Cloak And Dagger (The IMA Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
I tugged on the handcuff. Stainless steel — it wasn't going to break. The bench was a different matter. The wooden peg wiggled when I pulled. Not a lot, but enough to show a weakness in the design. Enough to work it free? I jostled the peg back and forth. It got looser. Finally, it fell out with a hollow clatter that made me start guiltily, half-expecting Michael to burst through the door with a face fit to kill. But no, I was free. Better yet, I had one-upped the man who used to baffle me with his thoroughness. I felt like Houdini, only better. I shoved the dangling handcuff up my sleeve. Provided nobody got a good look at me, it wouldn't be noticed. I hoped. Except for the incessant alarm, there was silence. I waited thirty seconds before opening the door and scanning the hallway. Empty. Almost empty. There was a uniformed man lying on the floor, facing away from me. Was he unconscious? Or dead? I stepped closer, surveying him frowningly.
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