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rol of the narrative. He r

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exposed ear, pressing her other ear against his chest. He re

ze locked onto the backup phone Alex

ed his right cufflink. His voice was flat, devoid

ristensen is

al shockwave. The silence that followed

hung open in a grotesque, comic

ked up. Her eyes were wide, staring in abso

s held no trace of a joke. There was on

g a shaky finger at Chadwick. "B

t a dark, hum

ver a five-hundred-thousand-dollar gambling debt," Dal

ward, his eyes wide with terror. He couldn't comprehend how

instantly pivoted, the lenses now shove

ard he used tonight is a forg

voice cracked. His weak stammers were nothing against

two years. A violent wave of nausea twisted

les turned stark white. He was a stranger, but rig

chest. His arm tightened around her waist, pu

ight into the

photo from tonight will face a total, perm

hanged nervous glances. They slowly lowered their cameras. No

l chimed at the

Fletcher stepped out, flanked by

. They surged forward, violently snatching memo

he stairwell. Two massive guards grabbed him, s

et pinned. His eyes were

ly against his side. He lifted his long l

room, cutting off the chao

sound was the jagged, uneven breathing

ead of her strength snapped. Her legs gave out comp