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Behind us, footsteps. Our pursuers had found the entrance. But as we went deeper, turned corners that required memory to navigate, the footsteps hesitated. Then stopped.
They'd lost us.
“Here.” Lori stopped in a wider section. Played her torch over Webb's terrified face. “Safe enough. For now.”
Cal pulled out his phone. Added light to the scene. I could see Webb properly now. See the fear. The dawning realisation that he was completely at our mercy.
“We need to talk about Harrow. And you're going to tell us everything.”
Webb's face went white.
We had him now. Cornered. Terrified. Completely out of options.
