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Alice was ready for them, but they weren’t ready for her. They hadn’t searched the room properly, if at all, before locking her inside. It must have been the owner’s stash room. Not a junk or spare room at all. There wasn’t a bed or much furniture to speak of. The guy who owned the place clearly didn’t own junk, but he did know how to stash interesting things in all sorts of strange places. She’d found his drug paraphernalia under a floorboard, and some diamonds behind one of the cornices. She couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t put the stuff in a safe, but then realised that a safe was probably the first place anyone would look for valuables. Even Alice wasn’t sure why she looked in the places she did. Just that a little voice at the back of her mind told her to search the room as
