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Alice placed the flashlight on the floor. She positioned it so that it lit the corner of the room, without shining in Brooke's eyes.
She walked over to Brooke and dropped to one knee, to her level. She put a comforting hand on her forearm. "Brooke? Brooke Tanner?" she asked her.
Brooke blinked with long, curling lashes. She nodded. "Who are you?"
"I'm Alice. Alice Parks. Are you hurt?"
"I don't think so," Brooke said. "Where is he?"
"The man with the crow mask?"
"Yes," Brooke said.
“I think he’s dead,” Alice said, examining the steel manacle around Brooke's ankle. Her fingers touched on a circular keyhole on the underside. She removed her backpack from her shoulders and dug around inside it.
"Thank God you came when you did," Brooke said. "Tonight's the night. There wasn't long
