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911! My daughter, she’s not breathing right!”
I grabbed Ryan’s shoulder, shaking him hard. He was still staring, his face a mask of pale, stunned horror. Not grief, not fear for her, but the raw logistical terror of an accomplice whose scheme has just exploded in his face.
“Ryan, do something!” I yelled, playing the part of the confused, terrified old continue reading …
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