Model Suspect 3
“Fingers of flame were licking at the fabric shades on a couple of the windows, and the sofa and one of the wicker chairs were already fully engulfed. “Hurry!” I yelled, coughing from the thickening smoke. “Let’s get out of here!”
Bess led the way to the door. It was closed. When she yanked on it, it didn’t budge.
“It’s locked!” she cried.
“It can’t be. Let me try.” George pushed past her and grabbed the knob, pushing and pulling at it desperately. “No way! Now what?”
I was already scanning arou...nd. The fire was growing with every passing second—we didn’t have much time to find a way out. As soon as the flames reached the dry thatched roof, the whole place would become a deadly fireball.
“Check the windows!” I choked out, doing my best to cover my nose and mouth with the neck of my T-shirt.
I ran over to the closest one that wasn’t aflame. Scrabbling past the shade, I found a metal screen attached firmly to the sturdy wooden frame. My first attempt to punch through it left me with nothing but scraped knuckles to show for it.MoreLess
Bess led the way to the door. It was closed. When she yanked on it, it didn’t budge.
“It’s locked!” she cried.
“It can’t be. Let me try.” George pushed past her and grabbed the knob, pushing and pulling at it desperately. “No way! Now what?”
I was already scanning arou...nd. The fire was growing with every passing second—we didn’t have much time to find a way out. As soon as the flames reached the dry thatched roof, the whole place would become a deadly fireball.
“Check the windows!” I choked out, doing my best to cover my nose and mouth with the neck of my T-shirt.
I ran over to the closest one that wasn’t aflame. Scrabbling past the shade, I found a metal screen attached firmly to the sturdy wooden frame. My first attempt to punch through it left me with nothing but scraped knuckles to show for it.MoreLess
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