Once in the hall, he motioned for her to follow him to the stairs. They had three flights to descend. Slowly, he took each step with care, praying Stephen wouldn’t wake.
Christine thought she heard something from the room. Looking back, her hand caught a vase sitting on a small table in the hall. They watched it fall and shatter. They stopped, frozen in the moment.
Then, Ron grabbed her hand and began running. Down the first flight of stairs, then another. Only one to go and they would be in the lobby, out in the street. They would be at the subway stairs in less than two minutes.
“Hey, Ron. Where are you guys going?” Stephen was running toward them.
Ron ran faster, pulling on Christine to keep up.
They were outside, running. The stairs leading to the underground were lit with dim lights.
“Stop! You guys stop right now.”
They raced across the street and descended the steps.
“You know where she is, don’t you. You son-of-a-bitch!” Stephen was outside and saw them before their bodies disappeared into the subway bowels. He pointed his gun in the air and shot. “I’m gonna get you guys! You can’t hide from me!”
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