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Rather, Anjali doesn’t disappear so much as she accidentally
uncovers a secret passage hidden in the stone wall.
“Hey,” Rudy says. “Where’d she go?”
I place my hands on the exact spot
where Anjali slipped through the rabbit hole and, after a few carefully placed
shoves, the solid rock door spins open on its vertically mounted hinges.
“Well, I’ll be dipped,” Tony says.
“This is a Hollywood set.”
I hold the door for the two men as
they enter into the dark corridor. Standing a few feet away, her back to me, is
Anjali.
“Chase,” she says, turning to me.
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I say, shouldering the
AK-47 by its leather belt.
I allow the stone door to close on
its own.
“Everyone quiet,” I order.
Taking a step into the corridor, I
listen intently. Along with the d
