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extinguisher again, right into the cop's eyes. Man, that must have stung. I'm so sorry. Still, he knew that it'd had to be done.
    'Keep it forward!' from the man again, nodding up at another camera. This one was above the door that Blake had come through only minutes ago, where the sour-faced bitch had buzzed them in. She was gone now, though God only knew where–probably cowered down behind the desk, he thought.
    Silver Hair pushed Wilkes to the floor. His body hit the ground with a thud.
    Blake noticed his hands begin to shake. Whatever was about to happen, he didn't know if he could go through with it. It was clear to him now that this man was here to help him - to save him - but the question was… from what? He couldn't go back to his life now.
    Could he?
     

Chapter 5
     
    The room was as dark as it ever had been; the bulbs from the main light had been long since removed, and even the desktop lamp was kept at its dimmest. It had to be like that–he had been sensitive to bright lights for as long as he could remember. The doctors called it photophobia, though it was more of a pain than it was a phobia.
    The security screens behind his desk were set darker than most, making them hard to see details. But at least it didn't hurt to look at them anymore. The aquarium, which had been built into three of the room's walls, had a backlight that was almost too much to bear. But at least the feature offered some calm comfort.
    As The Boss sat at his desk, flicking through the newspapers and trying to keep ahead of current events, the buzzer shook violently beside him. It was a disruptive noise that pissed him off every time he heard it. He gave a tut, slapped his paper onto his desk and pressed the button on the intercom. 'I told you I was not to be disturbed.'
    'I'm sorry, sir. There's a problem with the Salinger project.' The voice came through the speakers, clear as daylight. That was what all the money in the world could afford.
    'Very well.' He took his finger off the button and flicked the switch beside it, buzzing the assistant into the room. As the door opened, he could see that the lights had been switched off in the hallway. It was a relief that his right-hand man was getting used to how things should be done around here.
    The tall man stepped inside, his long hair tied back behind his head. His glasses were too large for his face, comically so, and they kept slipping down his nose. The Boss had always found this man amusing; especially the nervous way that he would creep on eggshells whenever he got near. But all pathetic mannerisms aside, the man was loyal, devoted, and knew exactly what he was doing. That was why he trusted him.
    'What is it, Pimms?' The last thing he wanted today was bad news.
    His assistant closed the door behind him and timidly strolled across the room, and dropped a small collection of files on his lap as he sat across from his employer.
    'I'm so sorry, sir,' he said. With a shaking hand, he fidgeted with his glasses. 'You asked me to keep you well informed of the Salinger case.'
    The Boss sat back in his chair, cracking his knuckles. This didn't sound good. 'Well?'
    'Well, I…' Pimms looked down at the floor, up at the glass wall, and then into The Boss's eyes. It was clear that he didn't want to deliver the news. 'The boy was taken into custody not one hour ago. We believed he was taking the rap.'
    Take a deep breath. 'Is he not?' He sighed, rubbed his eyes with the curves of his knuckles and sat back into his chair. 'You assured me everything was taken care of. Were you lying to me?'
    'No! Sir, I–'
    'Then where is he?' The Boss could feel himself gritting his teeth. His dentist had warned him not to do that–another bad habit he was trying to break free of.
    Pimms shook out of control, rapping his fingertips on the paper in his lap. Even his leg was bobbing up and down on its heel. 'He was at East Turn Police Station.'
    'I asked you where he is , not where he was .'
    'Yes, s-sir. I'm