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The cab driver did his best to get her to Anwen’s motel as quickly as possible. Despite his appreciated effort, Harlow knew there was no way she’d get there before Ophelia. Staying in the suburbs had frustrated her as a teenager when she wanted to be in the thick of things in the city. Until that night, the journey had never been one of life and death.
Harlow felt every single one of those minutes in the cab. She must have been exuding tension because the driver quickly realized that she wasn’t in the mood for small talk. The guy did his best, but it wasn’t close to Noon’s best; she’d never needed her friend more.
By the time they pulled up outside the motel, the rain was pouring. Tossing money at the driver, she grabbed her suitcase and sprinted into the motel, ignoring the front de
