![]() ![]() It was an act I’m sure he’d worked on until he got it just right. He wasn’t that old-maybe fifty-but in a movie, I’d cast him as the doddering absentminded scientist. Davidoff beamed his best kindly-old-man smile as he pushed the door wide. I slid from the bed, tiptoeing across the thick carpet of my fake hotel room, praying the person on the other side had been called away and I could escape before these people started whatever experiments they’d brought me here to. For a moment, the door stayed open only a crack. I sat up in bed and rubbed my bleary eyes, blinking away the lingering fog of the sedative. They will, on occasion, ask me to open one, so I can raise and interrogate the zombies of supernaturals killed by a mad scientist, but they never need one opened for themselves. WHEN THE DOOR TO my cell clicked open, the first thought that flitted through my doped-up brain was that Liz had changed her mind and come back. ![]()
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