The Secrets of the Bad Boy
"Are you sure?"
He didn't respond, he just walked like the pink panther down the road, no way, to follow her. The impassable, old and worn road that we walked for more than three minutes seemed to have no end, or so she thought. My eyes saw between the gloom of the night and the density of the darkness about three vaults, aligned and ordered by size, one larger than the previous one, two of them were disabled, empty. But only one with lights on indicated that it was used.
“It's there,” Abby whispered, “They have a back door that hasn't been discovered, we can go in through that.”
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