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JONAS SUCKED IN A BREATH and held it. He took a step closer. And then another. The hallway illumination was so dim he could just make out the door ahead. Dingy light spilled out along the door’s rectangular shape. He squinted into the darkness. The rectangle wasn’t perfect. The door was only partially closed. Jonas released his breath in a whisper. He felt he was being dragged into a quagmire, but he couldn’t stop his advance. Just like a plane couldn’t just stop on its descent to the runway, neither could he. Along the baseboards the yellow night lights guided Jonas. The voices were getting closer. Straining his ears, he was beginning to make out words. And the words weren’t sounding friendly. He was hearing the words as if he was on the receiving end of a call with horrible cell phone reception—words being randomly dropped.
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INSIDE THE ROOM THAT lay ahead of Jonas, the one that would change his life, Linsey knew he had arrived. She had seen Jonas drive past the pillars at the entrance. The camera with night vision inlaid with the bricks sent a clear video of his approach to her phone which she watched with a satisfying smile. It was show time. This was the day, or maybe more accurately expressed, the night Linsey had been waiting and planning for. Year after year, planning and waiting. Finally, the time had come. Her revenge. The coach’s payback.