NATE SAID, as he raced out of the basement cell Mila had been in. He and Orlando had already checked the main floor and were now doing a thorough search of the area below ground. Orlando popped out of the cell she’d been going through and shook her head.“This place wasn’t built with any other way out,” Nate told her, his frustration starting to show.“There’s got to be one. There’s always one.”Nate did a full three-sixty, scanning the basement once more. “Well, I’m not seeing it.”Orlando moved from one cell door to the next, scanning the room inside. As she turned away from the one closest to the stairs, she paused, her narrowing eyes focused on the door itself.“I think it’s got to be in here,” she said, nodding into the cell.Nate hurried over. “Why?” She pointed at the inside part of the door. “You see it?”Before he could answer, she put her finger in a small divot in the door, about a foot above the ground, and pulled out a ring handle, just large enough to get her finger into.
