Fifteen

3.55 p.m

There was no sign of a soul around. The building was extremely silent; so silent that I could make out the ticking of Mr. Decarlo's watch.

I was seated on a bench by the pool and he was leaning onto a wall nearby. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot on the wall behind him. He was clearly deep in thought.

Right now, neither of us had a plan for busting ourselves out. But well, one of us has got to come up with something! I'd rather die than be trapped in here with this unpleasant soul.

"Mr. Decarlo," I broke the dead silence.

He turned his head to face me. Raising his eyebrows, he shot a questioning look at me without a single word.

"How exactly did you find me here?"

His flat facial expression barely altered. "Is that important right now?" Bringing his right hand to his face, he rubbed his temples, clearly trying to keep me quiet.

"Yes," I replied, unaffected by his gloomy aura.

"Well, it's a good thing that you haven't hidden the contents of your noti