Thirty-Three
“f**k,” I said. I let Stevie go and waited in the room before I followed her out. I couldn’t risk poking around any more, or else I might draw suspicion onto myself. There went my chance for tonight. I left the room and started down the stairs. I remembered that I’d run into Vance on these stairs just the other day. Maybe he could tell me something about The Tempest. Nobody stopped me or said anything to me on my way out. I slipped through the crowd as if I belonged there. I looked out for Stevie but didn’t see her. I hoped she was alright and didn’t get into any trouble because of my actions and questions. The motorcycle ride back to Gemba’s prison felt entirely too brief. Gemba gave me a small wave as I walked by his office. The elevator key slid into the keyhole and the door slid
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