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.