Try and find a cop

You take your shoes of and hold them, both to minimize noise and reduce the chance of tripping on the alley cobblestones. You trot up the alley, keeping in shadows, your senses intense. Behind you, you hear the door burst open and you sink into shadow. In the light of the open door you see Richards' figure glancing up and down the alley. You press yourself against cold damp bricks and try to make yourself invisible. After a moment he snorts in irritation and goes back in, closing the door.

You breath a sigh of relief and continue up the alley to the street. Once there you carefully poke your head out, looking for a cop or anything that looks helpful but seeing nothing. The street is lined with buildings that look like warehouses or machine shops, and there is no visible traffic of any kind. You bite your lip to suppress a whimper.

You're steeling your nerves to get out into the street to find help when you see movement. Across the street a door opens, showing a rectangle of dim light and an indistinct figure. It shuts, leaving darkness behind, and you hear footsteps on stairs. You see a dim figure at the side of a car, and the rattle of keys.