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A deafening rumble and explosive crash shook
the building, followed by the clatter of large expanses of glass
breaking. Michael scanned the room quickly and thanked heaven the
big window over Ilene remained intact. All the damage must have
occurred in the larger open area of the old warehouse. The group of
men who’d escorted him to the room scattered, running out the door
to see what was going on. Unfortunately, David Crotty didn’t.
Nevertheless, Michael ignored the shouts now
filling the cavernous space outside this corner office and charged
across the room to the bed.
Crotty, damn his soul to the blackest of
hells, got there first, with his gun drawn and pointed at Ilene’s
head.
Michael reached out, hoping to grab the sigil
and jerk it off Ilene before he could rea
