“Good. One last thing” —she pushed a stiff, smooth rectangle into my hand— “that’s my card with my cell number. Give me a call when you’re safe, and let me know you lived through this. Okay?” “I certainly will,” I lied. She got up and headed back to the door. Gun in front, she exited, pausing only to look at me once more. I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be able to see those looks, which then made them all the more curious. At any rate, I was ready to get out of there. Krystal had handed me an exit, and I had no inclination to let that information go to waste. I’m sure a Hollywood
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