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Swan Harbor
Sheriff’s Department
September 7
12:30 p.m.
Even though the week had been surprisingly uneventful, Killian hadn’t stopped worrying about all the ‘what ifs.’
He worried about Liam.
He worried Santora was going to be released.
He worried he’d been found and everything he loved was in jeopardy.
He worried Emma was in danger.
But even though he worried, the six sense he’d relied on for years to stay alive was unusually silent.
Which was why, when he was waiting at Sally’s for his order and the hairs on the back of his neck started to prickle, he took notice. This was different than what he’d come to expect since his move. Not the typical dirty looks from an old date or someone he’d ticketed. The churning in his gut told him it was real. He was being watched.
Ki
