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The man in the crow mask lumbered toward Alice, leather-gloved hands outstretched.
Alice swung the bat. The narrow space saw it catch on the brickwork and fall from her grip. The killer put a cold, strong hand around her throat. His mask tattier. His body shape heavier. But the same monster she remembered. She hit him hard in the side of the temple with the heavy end of the flashlight. The killer let go and staggered backward against the passage wall.
Alice spun and bolted for the passageway entrance. But HK was after her, heavy-breathing close behind. As she came out of the tunnel, she caught the back of her left hand hard on a jagged brick. The flashlight spilled from her grip. She kept running. Mind emptied of rational thoughts. Body fueled with millions of years of evolutionary s
