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Chapter 11
Author: Bert
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Cole did not leave the house.

Felix’s instruction — get somewhere safe — sat in his pocket unanswered, because leaving Roy’s house before he understood what had happened inside it was not safety. It was a retreat with his eyes closed.

He moved through the rooms methodically now, the blade still in hand, reading everything the way he had been trained to read a scene before it could be contaminated by anyone else’s presence, including his own carelessness.

The two coffee cups on the kitchen count
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