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... p> He was standing in the center of the garden path. He wasn’t the man I had danced with.
He was standing with his suit off, his sleeves rolled up, surrounded by at least half a dozen men.
They were moving in an organized search pattern, blocking every gate and every exit route. It was a trap. A perfectly executed perimeter.
We huddled together just inside the door, the stone wall providing a slim barrier. The glass was old, and as a guard approached Alex, their voices ca ...
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