Chapter 8 - Sarah Discovers The Safe Room Behind The Bookshelf
The master bedroom was bathed in the dim silver glow of moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling bay windows.
Sarah scrambled across the Persian rug, heading toward the towering mahogany bookshelf lining the far western wall.
She had remembered Martha mentioning a panic room during her initial orientation, though she never dreamed she would need it.
Her trembling hands felt along the carved wooden molding, pressing against a hidden pressure plate behind a heavy leather encyclopedia.
With a soft, pneumatic hiss, the entire bookshelf swung inward on heavy steel hinges, revealing a dark, secure interior chamber.
Sarah didn't hesitate for a single second, diving headfirst into the hidden safe room as heavy footsteps echoed outside.
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She slammed the reinforced steel door shut from the inside, engaging the manual deadbolt just as Dominic slammed against it.
“You can’t hide in there forever, Sarah!” Dominic’s muffled voice snarled through the thick metal barrier.
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