Chapter 15

I tapped my fingers on the table quietly as I waited for them to come back in. Nobody did. Hours had passed since my last discussion with Agent Morgan and there was not a doubt in my mind that he had not asked Spencer about the one and only time I have ever told someone I love them. More hours passed and I stared at the clock on the wall with tired eyes. Sleep had not found me yet, though I knew it never would. I was not particularly hungry either. The only thing I truly wanted was a glass of water though I knew no-one was on the other side of that glass.

More hours passed and still, no-one communicated with me. I was beginning to think that maybe this was not such a good idea. Agent Morgan probably thought that I was trying to waste time by not giving them information but truth be told, I was willing to tell them everything they wanted to know, but only if Spencer asked the questions. It is difficult to say whether I still love him or not, we were only children when I first felt it after all. Nevertheless, I did not have much time left and I wanted to explain something to Spencer before it was too late.

The clock on the wall read five thirty in the morning. I sighed, deciding that this was definitely a bad idea therefore I should get out while I still can. Yet I still felt like I owed Spencer an explanation as to why I needed him to ask the questions, why I visited his mother for a year and why I no longer wanted to hide from them.

Slowly, I stood up from my chair and turned to face the camera in the corner. I could guess that, after the Behaviour Analysis Unit realise my absence, they will go over video footage of what they missed while I was in here and no-one was watching me. I cleared my throat quietly then began my message for Spencer and his team. The words seemed to tumble out with ease and, while I kept one piece of information to myself, I did indeed explain the important things to them. I finished my little speech with a brief smile before uttering a simple ‘Thank-you’.

After swallowing back my tears, I walked over to the door and turned the knob. It was locked. Of course. I pulled out a hairpin from my bun and carefully began to pick the lock. It was open within minutes

Fortunately, there was nobody around to stop me so I swiftly made my way through the corridors and out into a big open space. Due to the idea that I have had to become a wallflower over the past few years, it did not take much for me to blend into my surroundings. I swiftly picked up a nearby name badge and clipped it onto my top. Someone had absentmindedly left their coffee cup on a table which I also picked up. This, matched with my desperate need to be somewhere meant that I went undetected fairly easily by the surrounding people.

I saw the lift and speed walked towards it. After pressing the down button, I tapped my foot impatiently and glanced around to make sure no-one from the Behaviour Analysis Unit was in the general vicinity. As soon as the lift doors opened, it took all I had not to run inside.

Unfortunately, due to my slowness I accidently walked into someone. A tall, thin someone. A someone who looked suspiciously like Spencer. In an attempt not to make eye contact, I looked down. Nevertheless he saw.

“Hanna?” he asked confused. Judging from his tone and messy hair I deduced that he had not had much sleep either, though unlike me he had tried. I refused to reply “Are you…are you leaving?” he asked, still confused. I gave him a small nod “But I thought you wanted us to help you?”

“You think I am playing games” I shrugged “So you try the same with me. You know, if you had just asked me straight out who’s after me I would have replied with the truth. Yet you still tried to sneakily pry it out of me because you do not trust me. I cannot blame you, I would not trust me either. But you could have at least had a little faith” I explained my sudden departure before uttering “Watch the video footage from my interrogation room” and slipping round him into the lift. I tried, in vain, to stop tears from springing to my eyes.

Spencer appeared to be a state of shock because he did not try to stop me. At least, not until just before the lift doors closed and I saw him make a dash towards the stairs. I hoped the lift would move swifter than Spencer could run.

I was right because, after finally arriving on the bottom floor, I hastily made my escape out of the lift and towards the door which led out onto the street with no sign of him. I had no plan as to what I was going to do next but what I did know was that I had to leave here before Spencer gave me a reason to stay.