That would be changing any moment now. Monroe hoped like hell their escape window would remain open long enough to get gone from this place before that happened. He followed Melissa at a fast trot through the parking lot, banging his hip more than once as they wove between the long rows of parked cars. The black Rolls Royce Phantom was parked diagonally across two spaces at the far end of the last row of cars, which abutted a concrete divider separating the dance club’s lot from the parking lot of a small strip mall. As they neared the car, Melissa put on a burst of impressive speed, becoming a barely visible blur zipping through the night. When she became visible again, she was standing next to the driver’s side door. Monroe heard a tinkling of safety glass as she punched a fist through the window, reached deep inside with both hands, and pulled the screaming, bleeding chauffeur back out through the window. Monroe figured she would spend at least a moment grilling the traitorous human servant for information regarding details of the assault on the mansion.
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