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Five men sat around the table in the conference room on the second floor of the police station, bathed in warm afternoon sunlight. They all stared at him with wide eyes.
Harry stood before them with a tablet held up in front of his face. He lowered it to frown at the lot of them. “So let's go over this again,” he began. “If one of your officers comes across Kevin Harmon…”
Lieutenant Biggs – a heavyset man with a sour expression on his face – leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “We keep our distance,” he grumbled. “We call Agent Lenai, but we don't engage.”
Harry closed his eyes, nodding to the man. “That's right,” he said, approaching the table at a brisk pace. “Your people aren't equipped to deal with him, and it's important to defuse the situation.”
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