Chapter 9: Sharing A Room

In the end, four security guards hoisted me up and flung me out. Gritting through the pain, I looked at the memory card in my palm and a cruel smile crept across my face. That sliver of plastic felt like a lifeline. "Stephanie Zimmerman, Sullivan Showyer… just you wait," I muttered through my teeth. Then I thought of Leila. After what happened today, Sullivan would come for her sooner or later. Still, judging by his face, he seemed ready to head upstairs with Stephanie first. If I moved fast,...