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see the glass wall in front of me. The heat was searing my

pure, desperate rage. I threw my entire body against the gla

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ed it. I drew back and slammed m

b of crack

agonized roar,

steam, rained down on me, slicing into my arms, my face, my chest

was cooler, a shocking relief. I crawled to the cellar door, my blood leaving a thick trail on the stone floor. My hands were

numbers. The lo

oor. Her face was pale, her lips a dark, bruised blue. The blood

spered, my voi

othes stiff with ice. I dragged her out of the cellar, into the sma

to get

ner pocket of my jacket, hoping to shield it from the

. We were in a reinfo

he wall for emergencies. I scrambled over, pluggin

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ad it disconnected. She h

a "gift." She'd made me the majority shareholder of a small, private security firm she'd acquired. It was a meanin

ngers smudging the logo. I di

mug. "Sterling Security. David

ran col

ou have to send help.

mber? I'm so sorry, didn't Vicky tell you? She transferred ownership to me

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game. A meticulously planned, c