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lights burned i

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ant gold script: The Wedding of the C

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active. Prep

he phone vibrated. An unknown New Y

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d forward and tapped the plastic divider.

ushed through the heavy glass

, cops barking orders, the stale smell of che

iding her eyes. She walked to the front desk and spok

e for Cod

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reached into her bag for her

udden, oppressive silence

physical

of the holding area corridors. They moved with the a

pack was Kin

on the billboard. Cold, unto

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elestine's brother. This wasn't a random bar fight. This was a targeted h

ed in Audrey's chest.

blow her cover. N

ench coat up, and turned quickly to blend into a

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nly screamed. He violently ripped his arm free from the

hard into

man hitting the group sent peo

oved violently backward, her high h

ight into the path of t

sion. But the woman stumbled directly into his path. To avoid a messy, public scene of a woman

of his crisp, expensive cedarwood cologne wrapped

clamped down on her up

s wrapped around her

coat sent a violent electrical shock straight up his arm. Time

he curve of her neck. He saw t

rom the photo. It was t

arm tightened from a supportive ho

his throat, hoarse and trembling with a