My eyes finally adjusted enough to see the lever. My hands were cuffed behind my back so I flipped over to reach it. For once, I was glad to be short; it allowed me room to maneuver. I just wish I weren’t wearing heels. Being a slob could pay off sometimes. I wished I were in my jeans and sneakers. However, the pins in my hair would probably come in handy. Bright side, I guess.

I pulled the lever and sat up. It appeared that I was in a warehouse-type of building. The roof was very high, but the space was not open. It had been divided up with walls that gave it a maze-like quality. The ambient sounds bouncing off the metal walls echoed in my ears. I tried to focus in the dim light. Luckily, I could see the sun peeking through the high windows, hopefully, I would find my way out before it grew completely dark. My head pounded, and the side of my face felt tight from the hit at Violet’s.

I rolled over the side of the trunk and landed on my ass on the cement floor. I tucked my legs to my chest, tight as they could go, so I could slip my feet through my arms. I didn’t even need to take my shoes off.

God bless my brothers and sisters and our deranged childhood games.

God bless Will and his excessive self-defense lessons.

I reached into my hair and located a bobby pin. I used my teeth to take off the little plastic thingy on the end, then bent it at an angle. The trick was to stick the pin in only halfway. My hands were free.

I kept the handcuffs in my hand as I looked around for something else to use as a weapon, and at the same time, I looked for a way out. There had to be a garage door somewhere around here, someone had driven a car into the space after all. I walked around one of the makeshift walls and saw more walls, some with doors that probably led to small rooms, and some that just snaked around and led to who knew where. I decided to follow pathways that were wide enough to drive a car through. I needed to get to an outside wall, then I could follow it around until I reached a doorway.