Proof Enough

There was a three-second silence that tasted bitter in Suzie’s mouth. In the next few, the line was cut, the computers shut down, and the two other men in the room bolted up out of their seats.

She shook her head in a sudden moment of clarity, skittering to the back room as the men pushed filing cabinets against the only door leading into the sound booth. The floor was cold as she sank down onto it.

Movement stopped. Another silence.

The soundboard operator looked up from his position against the cabinet. “You think she might’ve been—”

He was cut off by the slam of the guard’s body against the studio window.

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