“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her hart-, hart pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On seconde thought,” he zei as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the recent events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would see them leave the hotel. When he was certain no one was watching he dragged Debra to the exit and they walked outside.
“You can let go of me now” Debra zei annoyed. Her wrist hurt due to Simon’s tight grip.
“No, I can’t. u might try to run and I can’t take that chance” Simon protested. They walked further towards the parking lot, when Debra braced. “Now what?” Simon asked nervous.
“I have to go back” Debra zei agitated. “I…I have to get my stuff. My clothes, my shoes” Simon hadn’t gegeven her the time to get dressed.
“You’ll get all of that once we’re out of here” Simon promised. “You can borrow something” He started dragging her further, but a few yards further Debra pulled back.
“What about my papers? I need them” Debra tried to reason with him.
“The less identification u have the harder it will be for the FBI to find you” Simon replied agitated. “You don’t want to be found, do you?”
“This is all a big mistake” Debra muttered in panic. Simon let go of her and his hand disappeared in his jacket. Debra tried to run, but Simon grabbed her hand again. She turned her head and saw he’d conjured a dagger. “I don’t want to use this, Deb” he zei begging.
“I’m afraid u will” Deb replied softly. She took both his wrists and then ran into the dagger.