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Kennedy didn’t want to hear any more excuses. She glanced at the screen on the wall. “There’s a TV over there. Maybe you could watch the news on that.” She tried to keep her voice steady while she planned how fast she’d have to act to move the loveseat, unlock the door, and escape while he fiddled with the television controls. She was pretty sure after talking to him that he wouldn’t shoot her in the back while she ran. But what if she was wrong? Brian tilted his head toward the small shelf. “Go over there and hand me that remote.” So much for attempting to flee. For a second, Kennedy thought about simply asking him to let her leave. Promising she wouldn’t tell the guards where he was if he just unlocked that door. Instead, she walked slowly over to the far wall, keenly aware of his eye
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