Marcus's POVThe keypad beeped with another failed attempt. Red light. Again.I wiped sweat from my forehead despite the cold garage air. How many combinations had I tried now? Twenty? Thirty? Each failure made my desperation grow."Marcus, we need to leave," Sophia whispered urgently beside me."Just a few more," I muttered, entering another random sequence of numbers.Red light."Marcus!" Isabella hissed. "I hear something."I paused, listening. Voices. Footsteps. Someone was coming down the stairwell into the parking garage.My heart jumped into my throat. "Let's go."We moved quickly away from the elevator, trying not to run but not exactly walking either. The voices got louder behind us. Security guards maybe, or late night workers heading to their cars.We rounded a corner and I collided hard with someone. A homeless man stumbled backward, catching himself against the wall."Sorry, sorry," the man mumbled, reaching out to steady himself on Isabella's arm."Don't touch me," Isabe
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