From Truth To Lies
I slapped him again, sharper this time, then trailed my nails down to his belt buckle, tugging it open, "The code, Damien.”
He groaned, delirious, “Fine… 0-4-1-9-7-2.”
I smiled, “Good boy.”
I let him drink a little more, watching his movements slow, his body slump. He was dangerously close to passing out.
Perfect.
The moment his breathing evened out, I slipped off the bed, careful not to wake him. Moving swiftly, I made my way to the bookshelf, feeling along the edges until, click. The panel slid open, revealing a heavy-duty safe.
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