With no other option, Henry sprang to his feet, clutching his phone tightly as he made a break for the stairwell. He burst through the doors, taking the steps two at a time, his footsteps pounding in his ears as he pushed himself to keep going.
His knowledge of the building’s layout gave him a slight advantage as he darted through rooms and around corners. He ducked into a storage closet, heart pounding, and held his breath, listening as the footsteps grew closer.