Two minutes later, I saw something
being slipped under the door of the    
secret room.                           
     Oh, oh, I thought, and jumped onto
the desk next to the vent, “Amy! Are   
you alright?”                          
     The sound of a creaking vent met  
my ears, “Just be sure to be here at   
fifteen minutes past midnight tonight  
and read my note.”                     
     I tried to ask her what was going 
on, but was stopped dead cold, “Just be
here tonight at fifteen minutes after  
midnight,” and then added like she was 
spitting out dirt, “Asshole.”          
     “Amy!” I hollered again, but all I
got in return was the sound of a creak-
ing vent. I jumped down and scooped the
paper off the floor, folded it without 
reading it, and then put it into my    
* back pocket as fast as I could.          
     I whispered, “Amy!?” one more     
time, and then, after a little wait,   
grabbed the garbage and went to do the 
rest of my eight hours. Every minute of
it, worried out of my freakin’ mind.   
     What the hell had happened, and   
then it dawned on me.                  
     Holy Christ! I thought, she       
must’ve told the night-crew about      
Frankie.                               
     It's the only thing that explained
all the weirdness.                     
     The guard with the gun, and the   
cryptic message from Amy.              
     I know, I suggested she talk to   
them from day one, but even back then, 
I didn’t think she’d really do it,     
especially after I learned why.        



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