A cracking sound. He tilts forward, and I shriek, diving to one side and hugging the tiled wall as he falls, his knife still stuck out, into the place where I’d been. The nurse—both hands tight around a bronze frog—stands above him, her breath hard, eyes wild. “The keys are in the Excursion,” she gasps. “Head north and use the key fob at the gate.”
YESSSS
