the building. Not that she could have heard much over the beating of her own heart. They stopped in the middle of the room, between the stacks, and Jake turned first one way and then the other before taking her hand again and heading to the back of the room.
“Come on,” he said to her. “If I can get in, so can they.”
“Are you going to tell me what this is all about?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Not now.”
He led them to the very back of the room, where a gray metal cart on wheels stood with dozens of books on it, all waiting to be returned to their proper place on the shelves. “This will do. Here, get down.” He got down flat on the floor and squeezed himself into the deep, empty bottom shelf along the wall. “Hurry,” he said, when she didn’t immediately do it herself.
At the other end of the building, Brianna heard the library door open.
She had no idea what he was thinking. There was apparently no way they could hide from anyone like this. She had no choice but to do the same thing Jake had done, as he asked, lying down flat on the floor and sliding into the bottom shelf with him, her face close enough to his that she could feel his breath against her cheek.
When she was in as far as she could squeeze herself Jake took hold of the book cart by one leg, just above the castor wheel, and pulled it close to them against the wall of shelves they were hiding in, partly blocking them from anyone’s view.
The door closed with a loud, echoing bang. Then she heard footsteps as the men entered the library.
She put a hand over her mouth. She didn’t dare speak or even breathe. It was only then, when she realized her hands were shaking, that Brianna was aware that breathing silently was almost an impossible task. She didn’t know why they were hiding, but those men were chasing them for a reason, and they seemed dangerous.
She heard them now, speaking in low, quiet voices that she couldn’t make out. They were at the other end of the room. But it wouldn’t take them long to search this place. Or to find them.
Jake wrapped his hand over hers, put his face close and whispered, “It will be all right. Shh.”
The footsteps came closer.
She looked into his eyes. She focused on them, their green pupils with their sparks of copper. No. Not copper, she realized. The lines that radiated out from the iris in each of his eyes were the pure color of gold. They mesmerized her, holding her attention and calming her.
Closer. Step. Step. Soft sounds of shoes on the deep brown carpet.
Jake held a finger to his lips. Not that he needed to remind her to be quiet.
The footsteps were right next to her now as one of the men followed the wall around the room. Turning her head as little as possible, she saw a pair of shiny black shoes stop just on the other side of the book cart. And then the other man’s shoes were there too, facing the first man.
“Anything?” asked a deep, resonant voice.
“No.” Brianna knew it had to be the second man who answered, but the voice sounded identical to the first man’s. “I cannot think in here. But I do not see them.”
“We are sure they came in here.”
“Yes. We are. But they are not here now.”
“Perhaps they left through a window.”
“I do not know how he evaded us, but we know where he will be.”
“The hotel.”
“Yes.”
Then the two of them walked away.
Brianna turned to Jake, unable to believe that they hadn’t been seen. She took her hand away from her mouth to say something but he put his finger up against her lips instead, frantically shaking his head, urging her not to say anything yet.
Brianna heard the footsteps going back to the front door of the library. There was a pause, a silence, as if the men were waiting to be sure there was no one to be found. Then the door opened, and it closed again.
It was another few dozen heartbeats before Jake took his hand away from her face. When he did, he sighed out a long breath he must have been