“Okay, um, you should still probably stay low key. Just in case.” Orchid knew she was close. How close was the question. A small doorway was to her right. A possibility.
“I can’t do anything in here anyway. I can’t see, it’s…
The lock popped open. Thankfully, Damon had taught her something. The doorway was dark and cautiously she walked inside. “I’m inside. There are stairs. Do you hear anyone other than me?”
She listened hard, so hard her head ached. Or was that an ache from something else, dehydration, hunger, drugs? She didn’t know. “I can hardly hear you now. Muffled. But no one else.”