The security guard, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat. "Miss Foster, my cutter."

"What?" Mia looked at him in confusion.

"My utility knife," he clarified. "Right boot, inside pocket. They didn't search me."

Hope flared in Mia's chest. "Can you reach it?"

The guard strained, trying to maneuver his tied hands toward his boot. "Almost..."

The door opened again, and Marcus returned, tucking his phone away. "Good news. Selen has just informed Eleanor that you've all left the ...