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He looked out the window. They were turning
onto a deserted, unlit street. No other cars. No
streetlights.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
The driver grunted again. "Just a shortcut, pal.
Faster way."
Liam’s heart thumped hard. It wasn't a shortcut. It
was a trap.
He looked at the driver’s neck. An almost invisible
earpiece.
He was one of them.
Liam had escaped the apartment, but he had
walked straight into another cage. And this one, he
knew, would be far harder to escape.
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