Chapter 7 - Escaping Through The Sacristy Back Door
“We need to move right now, Grace. They aren't real federal agents,” Nathan whispered urgently, grabbing his wife's hand.
He scooped Sophie up into his arms, running swiftly toward the ornate wooden doors leading into the private sacristy.
“Wait! Where are you taking my granddaughter?” shouted Eleanor from the front row, stumbling after them in confusion.
“Trust me, Mom! If we stay here another minute, we won't survive the night!” Nathan shouted back over his shoulder.
They burst through the sacristy exit into the damp, overcast alleyway behind the historic Seattle neighborhood chapel.
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A sleek black sedan was idling near the dumpsters, its engine purring softly in the cool Pacific Northwest air.
Nathan yanked the rear door open, piling Grace and Sophie inside before sliding into the driver's seat himself.
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