Abigail reached the main door, the last obstacle that stood between her and her freedom. She paused and looked around the dark living room to make sure no one was about to jump on her.
She turned back to the door and stared at the security keypad that required a password to open the door. She had not thought about it but she wasn’t going to give up when she was so close.
For a few seconds she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything that would help her guess the correct figures. Anything she might have seen or heard Lorenzo say. It was a futile attempt because she was sure the man had never made the mistake to say or do anything that would give her a clue to the passwords that she needed for her escape, but she still tried to think hard just in case.
“One…Two…Three…One,” a voic
