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Michael listened to the sound of the car’s
engine moving away. He closed his eyes, trying to get his emotions
under control. But when he looked down at Seb’s body, the anger
began to spiral up again. He wanted to take the piece of
two-by-four he held and beat it against the wall. He’d rather use
it on whoever did this, but since they hadn’t hung around to wait
for him, any other target would do.
Not a good idea. He took several long, deep
breaths in an effort to calm himself, and finally squashed down the
anger enough to let him think rationally. Seb sprawled on the
floor, curled on his side in a semi-fetal position with one arm
under his body, hand behind his back, and the other arm extended,
fingers outstretched so that he looked like he was reaching for
something. N
