Book 5: A Dangerous Escape

Barbara

A hairpin!

The thin, little pointy metallic piece of heaven has landed within my cell, and I can hardly believe it.

Picking locks is an area of expertise I figured out how to take advantage of a long time ago, and I don’t intend to let my skills go to waste now when I need them more than ever.

Now that I have waited until the awkward dance–or is it a struggle?–between the old lady and the guard is over, I can get up and do what needs to be done. The guard has finally managed to get her back in her cell, so now he falls back against the wall and begins to pant, sucking in air like he’s been running for a few miles. I see his eyes focusing on the ceiling, so I carefully put my foot over the hairpin, hoping he doesn’t see me at all.

His eyes lock on me, and I smile at him, trying to look innocent, but I’m sure he must know I’m up to something. That’s just how my luck is going these days. It’s as if I’m accidentally mind-linking eve