![]() I pull my leg into the dumbwaiter, suddenly reminded of how small it really is. The stun gun blinks out and clatters to the floor. I kick again, aiming higher, at his face, his glasses crackling beneath my heel. Through eyes half-closed with fear, I see another blue crackle of the stun gun. Screaming as my foot connects with his chest. My meals have been fished out of trash cans. “If you were so scared of being found, why didn’t you take a bus or train out of the city?” “ That’s kind of difficult when you don’t have any money,” Ingrid says. ![]() By that point, they were prepared to cut their losses as far as Ingrid was concerned. ![]() I assume he didn’t pretend to be Ingrid via text until after they realized I knew something was amiss. To endear himself, keep me close, learn everything I had discovered. ![]() Why Nick lowered me down in the dumbwaiter to search 11A, hoping I’d find something of use. It’s why Greta Manville suggested places for me to look. Rather than search themselves, they had me do it. Because I’m the only one who’s been looking for you. “You don’t know that for certain.” “I do, because-” I stop myself before the rest of the sentence emerges. I know they are.” “But they’re not,” I say. Closest thing has been a whore’s bath at Port Authority, and that was yesterday morning.” “ Is that where you’ve been all this time?” Ingrid drops onto a bench across from the showers. ![]()
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