CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Terry was breathing hard. My back was giving me the usual grief, but my head had cleared a bit. As we waited, the voices grew louder. One likely belonged to a man, a baritone, and one sounded like a woman, more of an alto. And there might have been a second woman. Hard to be sure when there were two flimsy doors and a hallway between us and the voices.
I checked the rest room door for a lock. Naturally, there wasn’t one. Terry maintained his position at the door, as I did a visual reconnoiter of the restroom using my phone for light rather than risk revealing our presence with the glare of the overhead fluorescents.
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