Like a fox with the hounds on its tail he sped back to the lobby of the building he’d vacated only a few minutes earlier. He pressed the button to the penthouse, as Lorenzo had done when they first entered the building. The lift would take him to safety, albeit a temporary safety. What would happen when Christian came home? How was he going to get back to where he’d started from? He’d barely had time to consider his options when the lift doors opened.
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Back in the apartment he looked again at the pictures, trying to focus on them so he wouldn’t worry himself sick. Only then did he realise his chances of being discovered were doubled. If the photo of plastic Christian and plastic Alexander was recent, then either one of them could come home at any time. Hell, plastic Alexander could even be in the apartment at that very moment. After all, he’d only seen plastic Christian leave.