Meredith darted for the window. She reached it and parted the shade, expecting to see her companions. What she saw made her blood freeze. There was a car in the distance, but it was coming from the opposite direction from where Dan or Tim had gone. It wasn't them. The vehicle, a small black sedan, was approaching fast. There were two occupants, but neither fit the profile of the men she knew. What if they slowed down? What if they stopped? "It's not Dan and Tim!" she hissed. "They're coming from the wrong way." She glanced back at Quinn. The little girl's eyes were wide, her face ashen. Meredith surveyed the room. On the same wall as the door was a bureau. She considered pushing it in front of the door. But if she were to do that, they'd be trapped. She envisioned the barricades at each of the entrances. Even if they wanted to flee, she'd have to remove them, and without making noise. "Hold tight," she whispered, as much to herself as to Quinn. Hopefully the car would pass them by.
