Genre: Mystery/ Thriller

The three of us huddled together in one corner of the tiny cell we were contained in for warmth. The cell was extremely draughty, and we were stripped of our jackets when were searched. There was one window- one small window through which cold wind tore at our skin like blades. 

The fourth of our group, Drake, was being questioned. Poor fellow, he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. His sister Penelope, was sandwiched between me and Jack. She was silently sobbing. She seemed to be doing nothing but that, but in her defense, her brother was being interrogated by the bobbies. 

Just then, the door of cell opened, and two bobbies all but dragged Penelope away for questioning. I tried to give her an  'it will be alright, don't worry'  look. I don't think it helped her at all. 

Click.

It was just me and Jack in the cell now. He got up and pulled me to my feet. He lifted the vent shaft, and shouldered the bag inside. He then threw the keys he had nicked from a bobby to me. With numb hands, I fumbled about the lock, but finally succeeded in getting the cell open. 

Without another word to me, he broke out into a run. I lingered for a moment to close the door, and lock away the twinge of guilt that was building up inside of me.

I turned my back to the cell, and sprinted off after Jack.