Chapter 30The phone trembled on the desk, rattling with sudden intent, the Snoopy keyring she had attached to it jittering up and down with the aggravated movement.
Alaina lifted her head and closed the book she was reading, reached out and lifted the phone from the wooden surface. Her eyes scanned the message, and, whilst no emotion was visible on her face, she felt a brief but terrible sense of finality.
Swiftly, with thumbs and fingers, she typed out a reply, and then stood up, gathering both the phone and her card from the desk, slid them into the back pocket of her jeans, and turned and quickly made her exit.
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Hastily, his coat billowing out behind him, Seymour rushed through the brightly lit corridors, his eyes blinking furiously as he tried to adjust to the light, a stark
