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Chapter 71 – The Key

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Eve

The closet smells of cedar and Italian leather. It’s a cavernous space, larger than the bedroom I had in my father’s house, filled with rows of designer clothes that Dominik bought to dress up his doll.

I’m kneeling on the plush carpet in the back corner, where the boots are kept. I reach into the shaft of a black suede thigh-high boot, Stuart Weitzman, never worn, and pull out the phone.

It’s small and cheap. A disposable burner with a plastic casing. It weighs nothing in my hand, but it feels heavy. Radioactive.

It’s potentially the key to my cage. All I have to do is turn it on. Type a time and a location. Press send.

If I do that, Dominik dies.

It wouldn't be instant. The woman in the bathroom promised freedom, but she didn't promise it would be clean.

They would ambush him. They would gun him down like a dog in the street, or maybe they’d drag him off to a basement like the one at The Obsidian and do to him what he did to Carlo.

Some time after that they’ll make me vanish.

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