No one is coming back tonight. They’ve left, okay?
It’s almost too quick, too simple.
One minute I’m standing there, gesticulating urgently in front of the bookshelves, and the next minute the men are… gone.
They must have looked at each other, communicated somehow. Decided it wasn’t worth—
Wasn’t worth what?
I’d threatened them with something ridiculous: waking my mother and calling the police. To do that, I’d need to leave the room, and they were nearer to the door than I was.
Two men. Middle of the night. Soundproof room.
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