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Harlow paid the cab driver and leaped out before the car had come to a complete stop.
In hopes of bypassing as many witnesses as possible, she chose to enter through the side door as opposed to the main entrance.
Hurrying up the stairs and into the apartment, she was a woman on a mission. Looking left to right, she found who she was looking for on the weight bench, sitting up and wiping a white towel across his damp, bare chest.
“Trink?” he asked, raising the towel to his upper lip. “You’re back.”
Fueled by adrenaline, she stormed toward him. “No, I’ve just been… delayed… temporarily. Do you remember back at Bale’s after you were stabbed, you offered to get me a weapon,” she said without waiting for him to respond. “Can you do it? Can you get me a g*n?”
“Why do you need a g*n?” he
