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Colt parked around back, seeing Hector’s motorcycle pull up next to him. He told Hector and Garovel to stay behind and rest, but they insisted on coming along. Maybe they wanted to make sure the twins were safe. Maybe they wanted to make sure he didn’t kill anyone. Probably both.

He didn’t like Walton so much. If it wasn’t for the reapers, he would’ve gotten lost at least twice on the way here. The city’s night life seemed annoyingly vibrant as well. He could hear a party going on a few streets over.

Hector was kind enough to go first while Colt had his hands full with the children. Instead of going through the building’s rear entrance, Hector lifted the door to the storm cellar and descended. Colt followed.

They came upon an underground hallway and another door. Hector knocked. After a wait, a deep voice asked, “Who is it?”

According to Gina’s directions, the correct response was, “Someone in need of an especially skilled yet underappreciated doctor.” Colt spared Hector the torture of having to say it.

The lock clicked open, and they were allowed entry. Hector stood off to the side and allowed Colt to approach the small man in a white coat.

The first thing Colt noticed was the cellar itself. It hardly seemed like a sterile environment for medical procedures. With the dank air and stone gray walls, it was practically a dungeon, though perhaps better lit. And the apparent doctor wasn’t alone. Two bulky men sat on either side of him, their holstered firearms displayed clearly at their hips.

“Oh, wow,” said Dr. Marcus. “I don’t usually get children this time of night. Why, exactly, can’t you bring them to me during normal business hours?”

“Does it matter?” said Colt.

The man’s smile was not friendly. “Anyone who does what I do has to have at least a mild affection for children.” He waved a hand, and his two bodyguards stood. “I don’t take very kindly to kidnappers.”