Enora panted as she crouched down once more.

Pressing her back against the wall, she followed it around to the side where a car on the street would serve as cover. Her legs hurt and her hands shook uncontrollably as she texted Gil and Wilson her whereabouts.

“Please one of you pick up. Or please find Victor, please,” she whispered to herself.

Thankfully during her escape, she hadn’t encountered anyone else, and the exit had led her through an alleyway and onto ...