CHAPTER 156: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 49

BETH

Charlotte dashes to the stairwell, but acrid, black smoke billows up from below. Quickly, she slams the door closed, coughing and spluttering. “No way out that way.”

“Down the garbage chute?” I ask. “Like they do in movies?”

She gives me an old-fashioned look. “Not a chance. Too narrow, an...