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Once I’d had a full day to think about what had happened and how terrified Noemi had been, I’d need an outlet, no matter how busted my knuckles. “Countin’ on it,” Bishop said before hanging up. God, I hoped we’d find that bastard. I couldn’t lay a finger on Noemi’s father or take away the trauma she carried with her, but I could make that Albanian fucker suffer, and I’d love every minute of it. The gunshot I’d half expected never came. I didn’t know who was more apt to shoot first but considering Conner’s anger and Dad’s volatility, I was surprised at the remarkable quiet downstairs. Eerily quiet. I was reminded of the silence that drew me to peek from the car. Conner’s merciless intensity as he’d stood, gun still raised, had been chilling. It was no secret he was capable of murder, bu
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