Third Person's POV:
As soon as those words left his mouth her breath was caught in her throat, eyes wide as saucers; she was discovered, and now she was going to get caught by one of the vilest of human species.
At the same time the mention of his plea ruffled the feathers of Ford's superior senses of vigilance as his head snapped up to Jacob's to find him indeed looking to a different direction, ruling out the possibility of him pleading to his good sense of mercy, which of course would have fallen on deaf ears – certainly not because he doesn't have any – merely because he was a man on a mission and nothing can deflect him from his goal once Ford had set on one.
Instantly he followed Jacob's gaze to where he was looking, finding the door that was left slightly open.
Why didn't he notice it before? How could he have made such a huge blunder? Not checking if the door was locked or not, much less open. It was out of his typical way of doing these things.
