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She kicked at him, but his legs were as solid as tree trunks. She squeaked again, hoping to keep his attention on her instead of on Felix, who was hopefully still in the bathroom.
“You know what your problem is? You’re weak. You were a scared little girl back then, and you’re not much better now. You let a kid tell you what to do and where to go? Jesus!”
Where did she know him from? She couldn’t pin it down, but she knew his voice from somewhere. Not well. But enough.
He dragged her away from the restroom. The world tilted like a funhouse ride—she saw the restroom, the vents that must have enabled him to eavesdrop, cars in the parking lot.
Cars. One of them must belong to this man. But the others…if she could just make a sound loud enough to be heard…
She tried to scream, but his
