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Scott crawled up to it and reached over the blood stains to retrieve the card. He washed the blood spots off it in the bathroom sink, then put it in his pocket. He had to walk over the bed to get to the door without stepping in blood, but he made it.
Even though he’d just showered, Scott was sweating in the overcoat. He swiped a hand through his still wet hair, keeping it away from his face, then tentatively opened the door. Glanced up and to the left, then right.
He breathed out. A huge sigh.
There was a security camera fifteen feet to the left of the door, on the ceiling, pointing back down the corridor. His attack on the man would not have been caught by the cameras. They might pick him up following the man, but they wouldn’t have seen Scott lifting the bottle. The camera was after room 1246. That gave him a shot.
Scott turned right out the door, to where the hallway dog-legged to the left. There were no cameras in this short hallway and door leading to the stairs. The stairwell was concrete with painted iron stair rails. It was a long way down, but there were no cameras. At the bottom of the stairs there were two exits. Left and right. One for the lobby on the left, and one for the basement parking lot. Scott went right, through the parking lot, up the ramp and out onto the street.
His teeth rattled. His body was still full of adrenaline and fear. But at least he was now thinking straight. And he knew what he had to do next.
He had to do some shopping.
22
Amanda
‘Go to sleeeeep . . .’
Panic had taken Amanda.
Her boot heels dug into the earth, legs flailing. Her hands pulled desperately at Quinn’s wrists and all of it useless. He was so heavy, and his hands around her throat drove the back of Amanda’s neck into the lawn. A tremendous pressure built in her head. She felt like her eyeballs were going to pop right out of her skull. Even the skin on her cheeks burned – as if the tiny blood vessels in her face were rupturing under the strain.
Her sight darkened.
She only had moments before she blacked out – never to wake.
With huge effort, she managed to turn her head slightly. Her right arm snaked out, feeling along the grass.
Feeling for the axe.
She twisted, just enough to see it lying three feet away from her reach.
It may as well have been in the next state.
She knew then she would die. She could not get this man off her, and her limbs began to feel like lead.
Amanda accomplished everything through planning.
She’d had little time to plan for tonight.
But finally, through the shock and fear and utter terror gripping her body and mind, some primal survival instinct kicked in.
Amanda’s right hand dived into the pocket of her jacket. Her gloves felt around until they landed on something hard.
In the next second, something warm splashed on her face,
Quinn’s grip on her throat relaxed and his head swiveled down to gaze at the shaft of the screwdriver that poked through his bicep.
He let go of her, and Amanda’s mouth opened wide as she took huge gasps of air, flooding her lungs. Quinn’s mouth was open too, in a scream. Amanda had driven the screwdriver through the back of his arm. He rolled off Amanda and she was able to get to her knees.
She coughed and breathed and got to her feet.
Quinn was already on his knees, getting up, his right arm hanging useless by his side. He stood between Amanda and the back gate. As soon as she’d stood, she’d felt the burning pain in her knee.
She wouldn’t be quick enough to get past this man. Spinning on her good knee, she took off toward the house.
Heavy feet began moving quickly behind her.
