ically threw Mom down the narrow stairs i

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security?" Mom whispered

voice tight. "He took them all on the fast

me. Chloe's whims

toolbox against the door. "Sarah,

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faces, the glint of knive

lite phone. "I'm calling

uted. "He won't care. He'l

had gone unanswered u

re talking about!" Her voice tr

my father; he was the man who'd sac

rang, on

ly? What is it? We're trying to spot a pod fo

irates! They're on the yacht!

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mach t

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it's Mike! Mom's not kidding!

u too? I expected better from you. You

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ered from Mike'

bait.

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