Silence. And then footsteps. As I held my breath, the blood pounded in my head. The drum beat of my heart echoing the menacing footsteps, as they edged closer to my hiding place.
“Over here!” the detective’s voice penetrated the musky air. As he turned, the sweep of his trench coat grazed the hairs on my arms. A wave of goose bumps swept through my body; a silent gasp left my lips. I tried to shrink further back into the wall, watching the torch light skim the ground in front of me.
The light was so bright, I was sure I had been seen.