It was muffled but he heard it as if it were clear as day. Or night. He continued forward down the hallway, confident, using his baton to lead him. He swung it before him as he moved, listening to his heart beat and the sounds of his feet against the floor. Every movement had his sonic sense flaring, but they were only snaps of images. Never anything consistent.
And then he caught her scent as she met him at the middle of the hallway. Glad to be near her, Matt smiled and straightened his shoulders.
Then she had asked him for a set of keys. He paused and patted his clothes, catching a hard bulge of something that hadn't been there before. He hadn't even heard them jingling. His fingers fumbled in the pocket for the item, and produced them in a moment. He held them in his palm, felt the weight and frowned. "These? They're for my practice....the firm in Hell's Kitchen....why are they here?" He doubted she would know....but she knew about the keys.