Chapter 14 - The Midnight Tap on the Glass
At 2:14 AM, the quiet of the safehouse was broken by a sound that made every nerve ending in my body instantly ignite.
Tap. Tap-tap.
It wasn't the front door. It came from the side window of the kitchen—the one overlooking the dark, overgrown tree line of the county park.
I froze, sitting rigidly on the edge of the uncomfortable sofa in the living room. I hadn't turned on the lights, relying only on the faint amber glow of the stove clock in the kitchen.
Tap.
louder this time. Followed by a faint, metallic scraping sound against the glass.
I crept silently across the hardwood floor, my bare feet making zero sound, until I reached the edge of the kitchen doorway. I pressed my back against the wall and peered into the darkness.
A silhouette was standing outside the kitchen window.
The moonlight caught the edge of a long, dark coat and a curtain of wet, heavy hair framing a pale face pressed against the glass.
Elena Vance.
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My heart hammered against my ribs like a pneumatic drill. She wasn't captured. She had slipped through the federal dragnet, and she had tracked us straight to the safehouse.
She reached down, pulling something small and sharp out of her coat pocket, and began sliding the blade upward toward the window latch.
