"Actually," Terry said, pulling out the spare key that he'd swiped off of Bruce's desk. He opened the door. "I came to spring you."
There was a grin a mile wide on his face.
"Next time, just let me know first that you're running away, okay? It wasn't the same, not having someone to argue with me on patrol."
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