The Retribution of Evelyn Vale and the Fall of Hartwell House
She took a step toward me, her hand reaching into her coat.
Outside the office, the elevator bell chimed.
Heavy footsteps began down the carpeted hallway.
I turned and ran out of the office, heading toward the emergency exit stairs.
The air in the stairwell was freezing, smelling of dust and concrete.
I flew down the stairs, holding the handrail to keep from falling.
My heart was hammering in my ears.
I reached the ground floor and pushed open the heavy door to the alley.
The cold night air hit my face like a slap.
Snow was beginning to fall over Newport, the white flakes swirling in the yellow glow of the streetlights.
I ran toward my car, which I had parked two blocks away to avoid the security cameras.
My hands were shaking so hard I could barely press the unlock button on my key fob.
I got into the driver’s seat and locked the doors immediately.
I threw my wet gloves onto the passenger seat and pulled out the silver tablet.
The screen was locked, requiring a passcode.