Chapter 24

God, she was in the most terrifying situation in her life, and yet she worried about a man she’d met less than twenty-four hours ago. Where was her head?

Kata paused, straining to hear the shooter’s breath or footsteps, but she heard nothing. This asshole, whoever he was, was good. Where the hell was he? Kata knew all too well that he hadn’t gone. He likely had her cornered. He knew it . . . and so did she.

She leaned around the far edge of the desk, until she could glimpse the right half of the room, including the path to the emergency exit. No visual, no movement, no sound.

Kata took a chance, scurrying over to the next desk on her knees. The emergency exit was about four feet away, but once she left the relative safety of the desk, she had no cover between her and the exit. She’d have to run in the open, pause to push the heavy door open, wait for it to part enough to let her through—plenty of time for a killer to do his job.

But she had no other escape.