Taking a step forward, he drew in a breath to call out to Scarlett. A split second later she appeared before him, her face white, a finger held to her lips. Then he heard it. Heavy footsteps from the floors above. Jim widened the door and grabbed Scarlett’s arm when she reached him and pulled her into the lobby. She gasped out one word: “Run.” If they were running from the people coming down those stairs, they wouldn’t get very far. Jim pulled Scarlett in his wake as he careened down the hallway, looking for an out. A supply room door stood open and Jim pushed Scarlett into the small room and yanked the door closed behind them. He braced his shoulder against the door in case it didn’t lock and shoved his hand in his pocket and withdrew his Glock. With his other arm, he held Scarlett against his chest where her heart pounded in rhythm with his.
