Chapter 27Misplaced trust, inevitably, backfires.
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Scarlett pulled open the door and stepped into the dim interior. Overhead, the tiny bell rang. The familiar scent of ozone and grease reminded her of better days. She wanted to just drink in the environment, to remember what it was like before she had to leave it all behind. But there was no time for reminiscing.
She glanced around and saw no one. No surprise. Maybe he's still giving them a tour and I'm just being paranoid.
From the back of the shop, distant and indistinct voices drifted to her ears. She took a couple steps forward and listened.
“I'm telling you, it's for a costume party at an old friend's house.” Dax's voice was laced with fear.
“He's telling the truth.”
There's Jules.
“Mr. Lewis, personally I don't give a s*
