Russo cut through the ropes that bound his family, helping Taylor and Emily to their feet. He glanced over his shoulder, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. The killer could return at any moment, and they needed to get out of there fast.
"Come on," he said, ushering them towards the exit. "We need to move."
But just as they reached the door, they heard a deafening crash from somewhere in the warehouse, followed by the sound of shattered glass.