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made total sense.
    “Okay, truth is I’m not really a real actor. Yet. But I wanna be an actor. They tell me I got the looks for it. I’d really like to stop this line of work, but like I said, it pays the bills.”
    I narrowed my eyes, thinking of the last time I got tricked by an actor. “Cal Halpan didn’t have anything to do with this, did he?”
    “Cal Halpan? Sounds familiar.”
    “We worked together on a movie. He was my leading man. Daniel was the director actually.”
    Remy grinned. “You’re an actress? Get outta here!”
    “Remy, can we get the fuck out of here, please?”
    He squinted his eyes as if sizing me up. “You can make up the ten grand I’ll be losing if I let you go?”
    “I swear. Like I said, I’m a woman of my word; I’ll pay you double.”
    “Twenty grand?”
    “Twenty grand.”
    “Deal,” he said, and held out his hand. We shook on it. “You’d better come through, I have some major debts to pay off.” He dug into his jeans’ pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “Your ticket to freedom.”
    I exhaled a giant sigh of relief, and tears prickled my eyes. Finally, there was a chance to find Daniel before it was too late. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
    I watched him, as he fed the key into the lock and turned it, like I was a dog observing its owner eat steak. Every second felt like an eternity while Daniel’s life was on the line. I knew I had to get him away from Kristin but wasn’t sure how. I still had no plan. It was bad enough that Kristin was such a respected doctor, but if they really had gotten married that would give her legal right to make executive decisions. How the hell would I—a nobody in people’s eyes—convince anyone?
    “Are you as strong as you look?” I asked Remy. “Or are those muscles just for show?”
    He laughed. “Yeah, I’m pretty strong.”
    “Can you fight? Do you have any martial art skills?” I wasn’t sure what the hell I was thinking, but trouble, in one form or another, was surely on its way.
    He unlocked the door and it flew open. The animal sounds became instantly louder. I winced.
    “I box,” Remy told me. “I’m pretty tough for real, but in a ring, not on the street. I’m sure as hell not looking for trouble, nor do I want to do anything illegal.”
    “Oh, so locking me in here wasn’t illegal? You had no—”
    “Ssh, what’s that sound?”
    “All I can hear are the animals, I—”
    “Ssh! Listen,” he whispered.
    There was someone there, at the far end of the corridor. My heart jumped into my throat and then plummeted down to my toes. I thought I heard the cock of a revolver. And then, out of nowhere a slim, dark figure emerged from the shadows. “Don’t move,” the voice said.
    I recognized the accent. “Elodie?”
    “Thank fuck,” she replied, moving towards us. Elodie looked like a cat burglar. Not that I’d ever met one in the flesh. Even though I recognized her voice, I was spooked by her. Dressed all in black, her face covered by a mask.
    “Who the hell—” Remy began.
    “It’s okay,” I broke in, gripping his arm with my clawed hand. I hadn’t realized how tense I’d been. “She’s a friend.”
    “With a fucking gun? I’m outta here!”
    But Elodie was right before us now. “You’re not going anywhere, Remy Foxton.” She pointed a pistol at his chest.
    “How the fuck d’you know my name?” he gasped, his hands in the air. I wanted to know the exact same thing. How did she even know where we were? With my cell phone battery dead?
    She grabbed me by the wrist. “Turn around, Remy. Hurry up, you guys, we need to set these poor, suffering animals free.”
    That was all very well and good, but right now Daniel was my number one priority.
    As if reading my mind, Elodie said, “Daniel’s fine, by the way. We can deal with him next. And sorry about the fuck up with my bodyguard Paul not getting to you soon—.”
    I cut her short. “You know where Daniel is?”
    Out of the shadows