Milan’s mind wandered off during class, while the teacher explained something about solid geometry. Milan already knew all of that. More importantly, what materials would they need to investigate? A map of this place was a must. It could give them information about the room, as well as other places that could be important. A flashlight would also be helpful. They had to wait until nighttime to examine below the floor. If they did it during the day, and the officers went into their cell, they could kiss any chances they had goodbye. But all of it — their plan to escape revolved around the room under their cell. It depended on how they could use it, if they could at all.

Milan cast a glimpse toward Eli, who sat with her face on the desk, loose arms hanging by her sides. The whole smuggling situation could change everything. If they befriended Chet, they could get anything they needed. No, Milan couldn’t, but Eli could. That she had gained this much information in a few days was impressive. She had potential.

Milan lifted his eyebrow, his lips bending up. Somehow, his chest lightened. He needed an idiot like Eli for his plan to work — too easy-going, fun-loving, and a complete fool.

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Milan ripped off a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote: Tell Chet to bring us a map of the building and a flashlight by the end of today. He curled the note and when the lecturer turned her back, he threw it at Eli’s head. Good thing they sat in the back row.

Eli’s head flew up, swinging around until she saw the paper on her desk. She buried her face in the note and lifted her head in Milan’s direction, tweaking her thump up.

Now that was out of the way. Milan counted on Eli to get those things. Still, an uneasy feeling blossomed in his chest. What if their schemes were discovered? What if Eli wasn’t to be trusted — if she didn’t keep her mouth shut?

Milan rubbed his hands. Even if the risk was high, he couldn’t remain calm in this situation, not knowing the truth about what had happened. Even if Milan was the one who had murdered them, he wouldn’t turn a blind eye to the fact. But he wanted to find the truth in his own way, which involved getting the hell out of here.