Page 75 of Her Last Whisper
“We’re stuck in an elevator at the Parsons Hotel on Eighth Street.”
“How many occupants?”
“Two.”
“Any health issues?”
“No.”
“The hotel’s security and maintenance department have been contacted. Please remain calm while they assess the situation.”
Katie interrupted, “Is there a reset button that we could push?”
“I’m sorry but that doesn’t follow proper protocol and safety precautions. Please remain calm and I will update you shortly.” There was a loudclick.
“Hello? Hello?” Katie repeated.
No response.
“How rude,” said McGaven.
“Great, now what?” she said.
“I’m sure it’s not a big deal. It probably won’t take more than a half hour, don’t you think?”
Katie took her shoes off.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not going to wait around while a couple of lazy security guards decide when to get us out.”
She tested the metal handrail around the car to make sure it was sturdy. Estimating the height of the ceiling, she figured that she could reach it—with McGaven’s help. She made sure that her ankle holster was secure.
“Okay, hoist me up,” she said, gesturing to the ceiling, where there was a small access.
“What?”
“C’mon, hoist me,” she said.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’ve jumped out of helicopters before. I think I can handle this…”
McGaven gave her a surprised look. “Yes, ma’am.”
Katie used the wall and the handrail as a guide to balance herself, while McGaven lifted her up. She pushed the access opening with ease, popping the covering off. It made a metal sound as it hit the roof of the car.
“Got it?” McGaven grimaced.
“Almost… don’t let go yet.”
Katie grasped the opening and pulled her body upward. It occurred to her that the elevator might start ascending with her on top of the compartment. She hurried.
“Be careful,” said McGaven as if the thought of the elevator moving had occurred to him too.
Katie balanced on top of the elevator car. She peered down. It appeared higher than it really was. She swallowed hard and refocused her eyes.
“You okay?”
