Shane Winchester extinguished his cigarette and collected his thoughts, his gaze falling on the entrance to the basement.
Two electronic locks, one requiring a password and the other a fingerprint. A minor mistake would trigger the alarm. Could it really have been Keira Leaf and Alice Smith?
Shane closed his eyes, trying hard to banish the image of Alice holding a catheter from his mind. A few minutes later, he stood up and walked towards Jackson Sully's room, hoping maybe to find something.
The room was just as he remembered, warm and clean, and just yesterday, he had spent the night on its sofa.
He couldn't quite explain why, but he just wanted to be with her, even though she paid him no attention, even less than a long and boring soap opera.
He never understood what he was really doing, but he thought, maybe it was his obsession with her.
