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They reached Matt’s apartment in record time. Nena was the first to leap out, and she led her sprinting companions up the stairs to Matt’s door. She was out of breath as she slammed the bottom of her fist against the wood.
“Matt? It’s me, Nena, you there?” she called. Silence was her only reply. She tried the knob. Locked. “Matt!”
“Move!” Jack yelled as he pulled her aside.
He pulled off his glove and thrust his hand into the lock. There was a clicking sound and he shoved his shoulder against the door. The entrance opened and they rushed inside.
Nena slipped past Jack, but he grabbed her arm and drew out his gun. “Wait.”
She thrashed in his hold. “Let go of me! Matt! Matt, where are you!”
The door to the bathroom that separated the bedroom from the kitchen flew open
