Then, as I move to leave the lounge, I hear the sound of a wooden cabinet door closing.
It is a soft thud, just a whisper, but in the silence, every noise is amplified.
I turn and see the bar cart behind me. One of the half-full bottles resting on the edge is sloshingslightly. Enough to let me know it was recently disturbed.
I hold my finger to my lips and limp towards it.
Silently, I count to three, and then wrench the doors open.
Kari’s pale blonde head is the first thing I see, but it is enough. Her hands are held up in surrender,and she is shaking all over.
I lower my gun and kneel down on my good leg. “Kari?”
She looks up, blinking. “Luka?”
I’m not even halfway through reassuring her she is safe and we won’t hurt her before she scramblesout and clasps her
