I spun around and whipped out my walking stick toward his head. It struck hard. He grunted in pain, and I was already charging toward the door. But he was right on my heels. His fingers grasped my arm, but I shrugged away from him and swung wildly behind me. My stick soared through empty air. He must've leaped away, and in that one second, I'd brought myself closer to the door than he was. Not much considering he could see and my eyes were sinking past the inside of my sweater collar. Not ...