TRIGGER WARNING:
The following scenes contain implications of gun violence and hostage-taking. Please be advised.
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Dawn illuminated the graveled driveway as we climbed out of Keelan's car. There was only a slight splattering of snow, giving us a clear view of the building ahead. We stood before the Child Protective Services headquarters, still empty of people and employees alike due to how early it was.
Keelan had already called his associate and told us to meet him here. The man, Keelan had called him Cross, would be smoothing the process so we could get our daughter back as soon as possible.
As we stepped inside the deserted lobby, the clerk behind the huge oval counter in the center jerked his head up. Keelan approached him, his footfalls echoing around the cavernous room.
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