Damon kept glancing towards the entrance like he was expecting someone.
I looked around once more and saw a movement by the window. It was like a mirage, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I bent my head to my chest, pretending I was tired and looked again through the corner of my eyes.
It was Martin.
They found me.
There was no way to get in without Damon noticing him, I had to help.
"Hey, errand boy! Can I get a glass of water?" I called to him in the corner.
"I am beginning to think you have a death wish! How does your husband handle that mouth?" He stood up from his seat, went to the water dispenser they had deemed fit to put in the heat can. He filled a disposable cup and brought it to me. I made sure his back was properly turned to the entrance. He fed me the water and I made a big show of being noisy with drinking it.
It gave Martin the opportunity to break into the space. In that distracting moment, Martin fired his gun hitting Damon in the chest.
