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go.”
    Logan was quickly behind her. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?” He grabbed her arm and swung her around. “Jeez, you’re shaking like a leaf. What happened back there? Did Greg say something to you? I’ll beat his ass.”
    Lilly looked away. “No. It’s not Greg. I just need to go, Logan. And I need to go right now .”
    Seeing that she was clearly in no state to serve his customers, he let her arm go. “Well, is there anything that I can do?”
    “No,” she said, grabbing her purse out of her locker. “I appreciate it.”
    “Well, can you at least tell me what’s going on?”
    “Just felt sick all of a sudden. Like something I ate. It just hit me,” she lied.
    “Something here?” He probed.
    Lilly felt her stomach cramp. “I’m going to be sick,” she said, running toward the employee restroom. Closing the door behind her, she fell on her knees in front of the toilet.
    Logan could hear her throwing up as he pressed his head to the door. All suspicion quailed; he put his hand on the door in the truest of sympathy. “Get better. Do you need me to drive you home?”
    Wiping her mouth, Lilly held on to the cool seat of the toilet. “No, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to slip out the back door and head home, okay?”
    “Yeah, sure. No worries,” Logan said, still unsure if he should leave her alone. “Call me if you need anything.”
    “Okay,” Lilly said, wiping tears from her eyes. She tried to still her quivering voice.
    Getting up off her knees and flushing the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror above the sink. Suddenly, she had gone pale, despite her warm brown skin.
    It only took one man’s name to do her in.
    Running water in the sink, she washed her face to cool her burning cheeks and pulled her hair down out of the two ponytails. Digging for a brush in her purse, she quickly combed her hair down and grabbed her keys. She had to get a handle on herself now.
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    When Leo came out of his deep sleep, he realized that he was no longer in the helicopter used to help him escape the prison but in a dark room in a real bed, something that he had been denied for many years . His body was absorbed by the softness of the mattress.
    He relished in its comfort until finally fully awake, he sat up in the bed and looked around. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the pitch blackness.
    Focusing on the light coming from under the door and the moonlight coming from the window, he stood up still in his prison uniform and went to the door.
    After many years of being told what to do every second of his life, he felt nervous about simply opening the door on his own. A wave of distrust came over him, and he put his head on the door to listen to the muffled voices on the other side.
    The echo of deep, laughing Russian accents calmed him.
    Finally opening the door, his eyes squinted at the overwhelming light on the other side of the dark room. He walked slowly out, cautiously looking around.
    As he emerged, his men stopped talking and stood up.
    One of his closest men before the arrests was standing only feet away from him.
    “Boss,” Aleksi said with a nervous smile. “You finally got up. We thought that you’d sleep all night.”
    Leo looked around at all his men. There wasn’t a face in the room that he didn’t recognize making him feel as though he was at a reunion of sorts. “Yes, I’m finally awake,” he said, scratching his stubbly beard. Next thing he’d get a good shave from a barber, but for now… “Where are we?” he asked.
    “Ottawa,” Aleksi explained. “Canada.”
    “Is there another Ottawa?” Leo asked sarcastically. Fucking yahoo. 
    Aleski shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know one way or the other. “We had to get you out of the country, ASAP. You’re all over the news like a fucking movie star. Police are looking everywhere. We smuggled you here in a box when you were dropped off by that warden’s men.”
    Leo smiled and rolled his large arm in a