Zita stopped in front of the six-foot metal door. She placed her hand on the knob slowly, there was no way to know that no surprises awaited her behind the door. She tilted her head, left and right, just to make sure no one would see her step in. Jojo and Neil were not the only ones who could keep secrets, she could do it. And any weak link she found now would be used to drag Jojo straight into the mud, where she belonged. 

The hinges of the door creaked as she opened it slowly. Zita ...