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knife and forced her breathing into slow counts.
Inhale.
Hold.
Exhale.
Her father’s voice came from memory.
Don’t shoot unless you have to. Gunfire tells everyone where you are. In the dark, a knife is a whisper. A gun is an alarm bell.
Footsteps approached.
Rubber soles on polished wood.
The assassin was afraid.
She could hear it in his breathing.
“Gillette,continue reading …
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