After assuring Niamh that I made sure the door was left cracked open so Portia could get out, I began to follow Niamh out of the closet. But when she reached the door, she couldn’t open it.
I pulled out my keys, only to realize there was no keyhole on this side of the door. I pulled at the knob; it was locked.
“s**t,” I said. “We’re locked inside.”
Niamh’s eyes widened, then she started laughing. “Of course we are. Did you pull it closed? I didn’t.”
I didn’t remember doing that, but perhaps I had out of habit. I sighed.
“I’ll have to call Laurent, get him to rescue us.”
“Won’t he need a key?”
I swore again. Laurent would have to wake Claudine, find a copy of the key, and then rescue us. Claudine would not be pleased to be roused from her sleep. It was already close to midnight.
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