The doorknob twisted. Oh, thank you, she whispered, stepping out of the angled shadows as he locked up. It was all right. No one had found her, no one but the one she'd come to find. She wasn't trapped with a man with his gun and his laughter and his glee. It was all right.
"Errol," she said quickly, knowing enough to know that he wasn't one to deal well with surprises. She didn't approach him yet, stayed out of his reach until she was sure he recognized her. But it was difficult not to go to him immediately, when she knew he would keep her safe. There wasn't a lot of light.