I didn't have time to linger over my betrayal, though, because my phone whistled once more and the number Jazz gave me appeared.

Bar, Simone sent. Hiding. ?

I ran down the steps, out of breath but feeling rejuvenated from the rush of adrenaline as I pushed through the doors and into the lobby, heading directly for the bar and Simone. She was tucked into the back corner, head in her hands when I sank into the soft padding of the bench seat and hugged her.

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