“I’ll hold you to that.”
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Dodging from one hidden corner to another, Mitch rounds the building, heading back for the front entrance.
The door still stands just ajar. The car is still there.
Staying out of view until the last moment, but finally faced with no other choice, she makes the dash to the car, keeping it between herself and the door.
Let it be unlocked…
Please, let it be unlocked…
Crouching with the body of the vehicle shielding her from viewers, tentatively she tries the door handle.
With a snick, it opens.
Mouthing a soundless prayer, she scrabbles forward to reach the foot-well on the driver's side, feeling blindly for what must be there…
Hopes must be there…
… the opening lever for the trunk. Frantically pawing at the sides of the footwell; left, right, then un
