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Sydney slippedin the back door and crept down the hall.
Toward the basement door off the kitchen.
He hadn't locked it.
She racked her brain, trying to remember what sort of places would be within an hour of Finley Creek that this place could be.
There was just one, really.
The old Coleson Hospital, north of Garrity. This was definitely too small to be that, but there had been other buildings on that estate. She was ninety percent certain she was on the old Coleson estate.
She just didn’t really knowwhy.Why there, exactly?
They were probably closest to Value right now. The population there was rather sparse. As were the buildings. Plenty of privacy for a madman to do his dirty work.
And if she was wrong, they might be closer to Garrity than Value. She didn’t care where they ended up—as long as she got Pen away fromhere.
She crept down the stairs that had been cut from rock long before probably even her father had been born. It was more of a cross between a root cellar and a basement, and it gave her the real willies. It went beneath what she suspected was the former carriage area. A garage now, she thought. There were rooms above that garage. And apparently, a laboratory below.
It just felt evil.
Mad.
She pushed open the door that led to the basement. There was a door at the bottom of that.
She pushed it open. And found cells. There was no denying what they were now. Those cells…terrified her. Completely.
She kept going, until she reached the top of the stairs.
Pen was in this horror movie somewhere. Sydney just had to find her. She crept to the other end of the basement.
There were stairs there, too.
Sydney took that first step.
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One of hersisters was in this hell house somewhere.
It probably wasn’t Ariella. Not from what that man had said. And getting to Ariella, around the governor’s guards, was practically impossible.
It could be Paige. It could be that little girl—if she was Zoey’s sister, in the first place, though he hadn’t denied the girl’s existence.
Or it could be a sister she had never met before.
Zoey wasn’t leaving an innocent victim behind for those bastards. She just wasn’t. Sister, brother, or not—she wasn’t leaving someone behind.
She was back on the second floor now. There were bedrooms up and down the hall. Operational, reasonably updated,modernbedrooms. The rooms smelled like citrus cleaners.Thispart of the madman’s castle had been lived in.Waslived in.
There was a way out of here.
She had been sedated for hours. It had to be close to six or seven at night, from the looks of the sky out the windows there at the end of this hall. Murdoch had left her at twenty minutes before one.
It had been at least five hours since then. That old bastard’s minions could have driven heranywhere.
But Dr. Eastman was obsessed with her mother.
Dr. Eastman worked at FCU.
