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“You can't come with me!” Melissa shouted.
Harry winced, shaking his head. “You're a half-trained cadet!” he growled, racing up the stairs like some kid half his age. “I'm not going to let you face God only knows what on your own!”
He turned.
His eldest daughter stood at the foot of the stairs with the hem of her shirt clenched in her fists. “What about Claire?” she snapped. “What happens if you get hurt.”
“Claire is sleeping over with her friend Ralita.”
“Dad, that's not the point!”
He ignored her as he ran up the last few steps and pushed open his bedroom door. The room was dark, but lights came on as soon as he stepped inside, revealing a window on the back wall and a wooden dresser across from the foot of the bed.
Yanking open the top drawer – he practically threw the whole
