QUARANTINE ONE SOUNDED much scarier than the reality. Dorsey had forgotten about the standard procedure of isolating anyone coming in from outside the system. If Max and his goons were able to verify her story, she and Ty shouldn’t be stuck in holding for more than a few hours.
One of said goons sealed her and Ty into the room and left them without a word. A bed just large enough for two people was shoved up against one of the walls and a two-person couch stood against the other. Bathroom facilities were behind a door and there wasn’t a kitchen, but a basket of snacks sat on the table in front of the couch.
“At least there aren’t any bars,” Ty said as he looked around.
“I know Max, he’s not going to hold us for long,” she said, hoping. She slipped off her shoes and flopped down on the b
