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m corridor squeaked under my boots as

a heavy hand slammed against the w

e scent of sweat clinging to him. His face was twisted wi

you think you're doing?" he snarled,

th, then calmly pushed it aside. "I

ion darkene

nd food for Beryl!" he snappe

ed lightly against her stomach. She had perfected that fragile, he

r a moment, then t

my voice calm. "Who's that?

couple of rookies walking past slowed dow

lips parted slightly, unable to hide the shock on her face. Boyce'

oldly. "Beryl is your friend, and she's not f

a short,

ked directly at him. "Wasn't that something you annou

ession s

ice steady, "why would taking care of B

the rookies nearby. The whispers hadn't starte

ning center, stepped out from behind Beryl, clutching her clipboard

my gaze t

replied. "If you're so worried about her st

he pulled the clipboard closer

red. He stepped closer, lowering h

d. "You've got guts, Cassidy. Don't

gether for years. The car my family owned, dri

e as something he provided for me. A small f

at him an

y. "You really think that's so

a brief moment, the confiden

on my shoulder a

see,