No Exit by Taylor Adams 2

update. What was the timetable before help arrived, now?
Dawn, right? Six hours? Seven?
Don’t think about that. Keep moving.
Ashley was nearby but unaccounted for, and this terrified
her. Worse, she was unarmed now. She hoped Jay could saw
through the kennel bars with her serrated knife, or this was all
wasted. She just had to buy the little girl enough time to do so
(assuming she could survive the next few minutes in close
quarters with two killers) and then drive them both to safety
(assuming Blue could limp through Snowmageddon). All in
all, three colossal assumptions. Unlikely didn’t even do it
justice.
No, Blue was snowed in. The snow was too deep now—
But what about Sandi’s truck?
Tire chains, good lift — yeah, that thing stood a chance.
She closed a fist around her keys, letting the sharp points
protrude between her knuckles. She could do some damage to
an attacker’s face, or gouge an eye if she got lucky. Her
Dryden Hall dorm key was particularly sharp, like a little filet
knife.
She heard shuffling outside. She froze, listening.
Something heavy moved and scraped, followed by a thud of
displaced snow. A picnic table shifting. She knew Lars was
attempting, a second time, to climb the wobbly stack of tables
and follow her inside. Any second now, that chinless little face
would appear in the window, grinning with demented cheer—
Time to go.
Darby slipped on her left shoe. Double-knotted the
shoelace. Then she slung her purse over her shoulders — car
keys still clenched in her knuckles — and pushed out into the
Wanapani visitor center lobby.
Ed was fussing with the radio’s antenna through the
security shutter. He performed a confused double-take in her
direction, and she knew why. She’d exited the building twenty