No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

“Turn around,” Lars huffed behind her. “Let’s … ah, let’s
talk—”
She needed to decide. If she stopped now, she’d have a
few seconds to catch her breath before the fight. But if she
kept running and he tackled her, she’d be winded, and her
odds would be even worse—
Or …
The layout of the Wanapani visitor center flashed through
her mind again. Walls, corners, blind spots. Although the front
door was still blocked by Ashley, there was another way into
the building. The little triangular windows in the restrooms.
She’d seen it in the men’s restroom, no larger than a doggiedoor.
She could see it from here, leaking a whisper of orange
light through hanging icicles, above the stacked picnic tables.
Her purse was inside that restroom. With her keys and her
phone.
Okay.
I’ll climb those tables, break that window, and get inside.
She changed direction.
Lars noticed. “Where … where are you going?”
She didn’t have a plan for when she got inside. She just
went for it. Because, as Sandi said, inside was a hell of a lot
better than out. Ed and Sandi were in there, and Ashley and
Lars wouldn’t dare murder her in view of two witnesses.
Would they?
No time to think on it.
The picnic tables were stored in a heap below that
window, crusted with snow, so she climbed them, like giantsized
stairs. One, two, three tables up, wobbling under her
weight. But she made it, and she hit the building’s triangular
window with outstretched hands. Frosted glass, glowing with
interior light, bumpy with ice. Too thick too shatter with an
elbow. But it was a casement window, opening outward on a