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He made it three steps before Tommy tackled him to the ground, zip-tying his hands with professional efficiency.
“I said, nobody moves,” Carter repeated.
He pressed the gun harder against Victor’s temple.
“Especially you, old friend.”
Victor’s face had gone white, but he managed a shaky laugh.
“James… you’re alive. How?”
“A six-year-old girl saw your men continue reading …
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