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is it? Acting out some of those hot
steamy love scenes you write?”
    “You’re sick.”
    “Well, I can give the Cain brothers some credit,
they always surround themselves with grade A tail,” he returned. “Cheryl Lynn’s
a piece of prime cut which Cayden sinks his teeth into and then there is that
Victoria
’s Secret model
he was out and about with a few months ago.”
    “Shut up!” I yelled.
    “Touchy when it comes to Cayden I see. How about
Chandler
? He’s
procured more
Hollywood
pussy than a porn
star.”
    “You really are twisted,” I said.
    He shrugged. “Maybe? Being around as long as I
have been, I've seen some twisted things. But writing the books you do, I
imagine you are acquainted with twisted.”
      Langdon’s
voice leapt across my senses as he told the photographers to get back. His deep
voice a welcome sound. He barreled through them, hurling his arms around my
shoulders. He moved quickly, walking with me to the fire exit. Once we were
inside the stairwell, he shut and busted the security breakaway mechanism,
locking the door behind him.
    “Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand and
pulling me down the stairs.
    “How are we going to get out of here?” I asked.
    Langdon stopped on the lobby level, placed his
ear to the door, obviously listening. He must have heard commotion outside the
door. He broke that security mechanism, locking that door as well. Langdon
pulled out his phone….
    “Jayden, we are kind of stuck here. The lobby is
covered. The parking garage is covered and the bastards are on the move. I’m
going to take Winter up to the second floor. We will be going out the exterior
fire escape. What's your ETA?” There was a pause then Langdon said, “I'll have
Dave pick us up in the alley.”
    “What?” I said.
    Langdon was dialing as fast as he hung up.
    “Dave, head to the alley,” Langdon said then
flipped his phone shut.
    Langdon took my hand and pulled me back up the
stairs to the second floor. He opened up the fire door and looked down the
corridor before we walked to the back window at the end of the long hallway. He
opened up the window, which by the way was no easy task. It was an old
wood-clad window. By the look of it, I would guess it hadn’t been used in
years. Once the window was up, he stepped out onto the exterior fire escape as
if this was nothing, and he exits every building this way.
    “How did you get here so quickly?” I asked.
    Langdon helped me through the window onto the
landing. He pushed the iron stairs down. When they extended out, I heard them squeak and creak , hitting the ground below. It sounded like a rusty spring
uncoiling.
    “We were on location, filming not too far from
here,” he replied. “Come on.” He tugged at me. “We need to get to the ground.”
    Langdon stood at the base of the stairs waiting
for me to get closer to him then he picked me up and sat me one the ground.
Evidently, my pace was much too slow.
    A dark blue Mercedes rounded the alley. It
stopped next to us. I looked up. There were at least two photographers hanging
out the second floor window snapping pictures. Langdon pushed me into the
backseat.   He followed in behind me.
    “Seat belt,” Langdon snapped at me. I strapped myself
in.
    I gazed out the window. Shocked. Amazingly,
there were more photographers standing at the end of the sidewalk taking
pictures and even more photographers by the Dumpsters.
    “Go,” Langdon said to the driver who then backed
up the entire length of the alley before whipping around the far corner.
Langdon pulled out his phone and made a call. “Jayden.” He paused for a moment.
“Yes, I have her. What’s your location?”
    I heard a buzz on the other end.
    “All right, met us at the turn off,” Langdon
said. With nothing further, he snapped his phone shut.
    I glanced down to see my shaking hands. In a few
moments, the black Mercedes I recognized came up behind us. Both cars came to a
stop.
    “Dave,” Landon said to the