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Through the glass he could see the control roo in her chair, her feet up on the table She looked strange without her hair Caine loved Diana’s hair

Jack had his head down on the same

table, his face puffy, lips babylike as he snored

The two hostages leaned into each other, asleep

The dead girl, Brittney, lay on the floor in a heap Someone had moved her It looked like someone had tried to push her under the counter, out of the way The pool of her blood was now a smear

The only one aas Drake He leaned against a wall, unblinking, whip arun in his other hand

Caine staggered He righted himself, squared his shoulders, wiped the drool fro, like he was the one in charge

Caine wondered how long it would take for Drake to finally decide to cothe orders again, he knew Drake was chafing

Caine steadied hiot as far as the office door when the memory storrabbed the door and held on to it, shaking

It ca he had ever felt hi, starving tiger

Hungry in the dark

Caine whiain, but the desperate sound was out of his mouth Had Drake heard?

Leave me alone, Caine pleaded silently with the voice in his head I’ what you want, but leave me alone

Caine, looking down at the floor, saw Drake’s feet Drake had arrived soundlessly Or

“You okay?” Drake asked