“We should check outside,” Lo tells him. “She may have found the exit.” “I want to be sure she’s not here,” Ryke says. A door ends the hallway. And it’s literally marked employees only. Lo grabs Ryke’s arm before he rushes inside. “We’re going to be thrown out of the club, and then we’re never going to find her.” I pale. And they both look down at me. I realize I squeaked, a petrified sound escaping. “You two stay out here then,” Ryke says. “I’ll go in. If someone throws me out, then you run down the fucking hallway and disappear in the crowd.”
