Chapter 18

“We’d better get our asses out of here,” Zach shouted. “The firemen will be here damned soon if they’re any good.”

“Fire stairs?” Ben asked as he hurried to help Ez get the wounded kidnapper to his feet, gritting his teeth against the pain in his knee.

“Elevator,” Zach replied. “Hayley, get the backpacks.”

She raced ahead, leaving Zach to take care of the young man. By the time they reached their storage unit she was coming out, one pack slung over her shoulder, carrying the other one and her purse. “He’s leaving a trial,” she said, pointing to the drops of blood coming from the kidnapper.

“Nothing we can do about it right now,” Zach replied as he took one of the backpacks from her.

They reached the elevator, Ben pushed the button and as soon as the doors opened, they were inside. When they got to the ground floor they could hear sirens. Zach pointed toward a door which, Ben hoped, opened onto the hallway and the side door of the building. “Out, and fast,” Zach ordered.