SLOANE
The Boss's head snapped toward the wall direction like a predator catching scent of prey. He moved with deadly grace toward the exact spot where I stood hidden just on the other side of the secret door.
"No," I whispered. "Please no."
I threw all caution to the wind. My arm whipped back, then forward, sending the silver butterfly clip flying down the hallway in the opposite direction. It clattered against the marble floor about thirty feet away, the sound sharp, metallic, impossible to miss.
But he'd already seen the movement. His eyes tracked the trajectory, followed it back to the source. Back to me.
"Found you," he mouthed.
I rushed inside the passageway, stumbled on the first step in my haste. My shoulder slammed against the stone wall hard enough to bruise. I spun aroun
