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That means they didn’t think they had to be careful.
That’s a mistake.
I inhale slowly.
Controlled.
Measured.
Then—
I open my eyes.
Dim lighting.
Concrete walls.
No windows.
Three cameras.
One in each corner.
One directly above.
Two guards.
Armed.
Watching.
And—
Him.
Ford leans against the far wall.
Arms crossed.
Like he’s been waiting.
“Welcome back,” he says.
I blink once.
Slow.
“You drug all your guests,” I murmur.
“Or am I special?”
One of the guards shifts.
Uncomfortable.
Ford?
Smiles.
