There weren’t that many good hiding places, but all he needed was one. Silence reigned. Had he left the same way he’d entered? But why jam the door? So she’d have to find another way out. Swallowing hard, she said a quick prayer. She was more afraid for Andy than for herself. Would her little boy stay in the bathroom? She didn’t want to wait to find out. She had to get this guy out of here. Breathing more prayers, she moved toward the stairs. Would she meet him coming down as she went up? The thought sent more fear zipping through her. What she would give for her Glock right now! Or even her cell phone. With her son’s safety in the forefront of her mind, she steadied herself and moved toward the steps, stopping to listen every few paces. Sam listened. Nothing. Then had a thought. The downstairs balcony.
