“Someone, help me, please. Anyone.”
Orchid heard a soft voice. She couldn’t understand what it said, but it sounded scared. “Hello?”
The reply wasn’t faint, but she wasn’t sure it was directed at her. She wasn’t even sure she was still calling out. Maybe she was imagining it. Her own voice, or the other. “Help me, please.”
“Okay, where are you?” She definitely heard the girl this time. Instinct kicked in. If she had learned anything for stories about John Watson, it was to act quickly.
That was definitely a reply to her. “I don’t know. It’s dark. There are bars … I’m in a cage.”