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As the taxi came to a complete stop, Liam didn't
wait. He didn't try the door. Instead, with a sudden,
burst of strength, he tugged hard on the driver’s ear.
The driver cried out, a guttural roar of pain. His
head snapped back, hitting the headrest. Liam didn't
hesitate.
The driver was howling, a dark trickle of blood
seeping from his ear. He was crazed, but not out.
Liam fumbled with the driver’s door lock, his
fingers clumsy with adrenaline. He found the switch,
pushed it. The lock clicked open.
He burst out of the taxi, gasping for air, the cold
night wind a shock against his face. He didn't look
back. He just ran.
He heard the driver’s enraged shout. The heavy
thud of footsteps behind him.
He ran as he hadn't run in years. He plunged into
the darkness, away from the road, away from the taxi,
into the dense, unfamiliar woods that bordered the
street.
Branches whipped at his face. Roots snagged his
feet. He stumbled, fell, scrambled up again, driven by
a singular purpose: escape.
Evelyn. The Interrogation.
The sterile white room. The hum of the lights. The
white lab coats.
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