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Santino and I both pulled out our phones as we walked back outside. I called Val’s number only to be sent to voicemail. Why the f**k wasn’t she answering? Panic slithered under my skin, threatening to h****k my thoughts. I had to stay calm, or I’d be of no use to the girls. “I’m at the school with the cop,” Santino spoke into his phone. My teeth ground together at his patronizing description of my job—federal agents were nothing like cops—but I swallowed my rebuke and allowed him to continue his conversation. “Vargas was here already, and the girls are on the run … okay.” He hung up after only a few words. “Javier?” I asked. “Yeah, he’s calling Edoardo Genovese and will call me back.” I made a quick call to keep Rizzo informed, hanging up just as Santino’s phone rang. He listened briefly,
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