Chapter Twenty-Seven
Max and Lizzie followed Mona's directions, never looking back to see if they were being pursued. They ran in silence; only the slapping of their shoes on the cold, damp ground filled the night with sound. As they rounded the corner to the car park at the front of the centre, they immediately beelined for the sole car, parked in front of the main doors. "Nearly there, kid," Max whispered encouragingly, noticing that Lizzie was finally feeling the stress and strain of the last few days. Max placed his hand gently on her back and ushered her forward with him, still jogging towards the car. "Get in! Put your belt on!" Max ordered, ripping open the passenger side door for Lizzie. She clambered in, throwing her bag onto the back seat, but keeping her knife close. They had made it to the car,
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