Chapter 16

Oh God NO!

I turn and run through the maze of corridors, back the way I came.

“That won’t do you any good, Ms. Saunders,” the voice says, full of mock sympathy. “I’ve already shut down the elevator.”

In confirmation, when I hit the DOWN button, it doesn’t light up. I try UP – same thing.

My mind is ticking through the options.

Got to find a stairwell – got to get out of here –

But the text was from Grant! It came from his phone number! How did –

And then I realize: if this guy could find Grant’s phone number, he could temporarily clone it, reroute it, whatever he wanted to do.

Long enough to send me a couple of text messages, anyway.

The text messages make me think of my cell. I fumble it out of my purse to call 911 –

But the screen says ‘No Service.’

I want to scream.

Actually, that’s a good idea.

“HELLLLLP!” I shriek.

“No one can hear you from the outside,” the voice informs me. “And if you were planning to call the authorities, let me save you the trouble: I’m blocking all frequ