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lose her nerve.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
She was about to hang up when a familiar voice answered.
“This had better be important,” the voice growled. “It’s five in the morning.”
“Grandfather,” she whispered. “It’s me.”
Silence.
Then, very quietly, he said one name.
“Sienna.”
Her eyes closed.
“Yes.”
“Where are you?”
“Chicago. Outside the Hayes building. continue reading …
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