CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The way I saw it, I had two choices: hang around for God knew how long waiting for Weis or move on and save him for later. For all I knew, Weis could have left already through a back door. I went back out and maneuvered through the alleys in an impromptu recon mission around the building. Didn’t see anything and didn’t figure on it.
Since I was near the art school, taking my photos there and seeking an artifacts expert seemed the better course of action. As for my throbbing back, I’d power through it.
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