Chapter 1685: Screwed
"He put a hit on her, huh? Click some more photos for me because we need to get out of here—fast."
Dean was not happy to be ordered around by Atlas, but he did it anyway. While Atlas took pictures of the investigation board, Jonathan focused on the mini laboratory and everything in it.
Click... click...
Their phones flashed one after another, making sure they gathered everything they could. Not that they were in a hurry—at least, they didn’t want to be in a hurry.
But once they finished and were about to walk out, Dean glanced at the key in Atlas’s possession.
"What’s that key for, though?" he asked out of pure curiosity.
Atlas’s steps slowed as they neared the door, gazing down at his hand. The keycard had been given to them by the bar staff before they were led into the underground.
"Now that you mention it..." he trailed off, wondering where they would use this. It didn’t look like there was any other hidden compartment or door inside the vault. "Stay here. I’ll go check inside in case I missed something."
Dean’s brows rose, staring at Atlas before he shrugged. He stayed by the door, moving the chair away, and then held it open. As he watched Atlas touch the walls or look for anything to use the card for, he blinked lazily.
’If I close this door... he’ll be fine, right?’ he wondered, a little tempted to leave the man here, even if just for a day.
He could just imagine a day without Atlas Bennet.
What a dream.