With shaking hands, I put down the canvas tool bag and dug in it for my key ring. Sirens began to wail in the distance, and I finally managed to force the doors open, leaving the keys in the lock to snatch my aged pistol. “Cindy!” I produced a flashlight with my left hand to hold it beneath my gun, and swept the beam of it over the murky interior. “Erin! Where are you?”
