“We’ll take the stairs,” I said. “It’ll be quieter that way.”“Are you sure this is wise?” Laurence whispered, his meaty hand coming to rest on my arm. “They might let us go eventually.”I placed my hand over his and lowered my voice. “Laurence, the only way they’ll let you and me out of here is in three pieces. Besides, I’m not going to stand by and watch these kids be used by the Emporium.”He nodded and removed his hand.“What about the cameras?” Chris asked. “They have plenty of them.”“We have to hope that Keene’s distraction has taken care of whoever’s watching, or maybe the equipment. I don’t know what he has planned.”Only my nephew, Spencer, seemed to be enjoying himself as we hurried down the hall in search of the stairs. As Keene had promised, there were no guards near the elevators.“Here,” Chris hissed. He opened the door to the stairs, and we hurried inside.Only one flight up and we were on the ground floor where the receptionists had greeted us earlier.
