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something that would shut the system down. Just enough to change his posture.
It took him forty-three seconds.
His shoulders stiffened. His typing slowed, then stopped.
“What is it?” Evelyn asked without looking up.
Vance stared at the screen like it had insulted him. “That’s not right.”
He started typing again, faster, more aggressive. He was trying to continue reading …
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