Chapter 241

The kidnappers had all fled. Derek still had not arrived with backup.

Clara had memorized the warehouse layout, and the front door offered no escape. She struggled to her feet, coughing through the choking smoke, and pointed toward a high window above them.

"Go out through there," she gasped. "Climb the window."

The window was too high, and Clara's arms were too weak. She could not climb herself,