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Her body didn’t miss a thing, no matter how loudly her mind protested.
“Basement,” the director said, guessing the location of the bomb.
“I didn’t get around to checking every room down there,” Benedek said.
He’d been down there with the bomb? Her hand squeezed his without her meaning to do it.
“The good news is, the building is still standing.” He didn’t move away. “One more bomb and they have nothing to threaten us with.”
The director, in front, was pushing the safe door open. Since there was barely air to breathe in there, they came out, but stayed close by.
The red cell rang. Benedek put it on speaker.
“I’m tired of firing warning shots. The next one is going to be a big one. Make no mistake, it will bring down the building. You have forty-five minutes to think about it.” Once again, the line went dead as soon as the last word was spoken.
She was the one the rebels wanted. At least for now. She drew a deep breath and steeled her spine, turned to face Benedek.
“If I go out, maybe it’ll cause enough of a distraction so that you and the others can escape through a window in the back. I know you don’t like this plan, but we don’t have much choice.”
“The lower level windows have wrought-iron bars,” he said, not looking the least amused by her repeated suggestion.
Of course. She remembered now that she’d admired the exquisite workmanship. “Maybe you could rappel down from a second story window on something.”
“No.” Benedek’s response was as inflexible as those iron bars.
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