Layla
I guided the still-trembling woman out of the parking garage and into a dimly lit hallway. Even with the past year of my life taking me to some of the most remote rooms and hallways in a variety of buildings, I knew this was sketchy at best and downright terrifying at worst.
“I can’t imagine what you’re thinking right now,” I admitted as I nudged us down another hallway, headed towards the very back of the building.
“If you hadn’t just saved my life,” the woman said, “I’d think you were trying to kill me.”
“And I wouldn’t blame you.” I paused outside what I was pretty sure was the door to Aldo’s illicit little clinic. Hopefully nobody was here. I couldn’t hear anything from inside, so I popped the door ajar. Well, at least I hadn’t set off any alarms or warning bells.
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