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Avery crouched beside us while somebody behind him cuffed the shooter. Avery’s jaw was set so hard the muscle jumped. “EMS is coming.”

Sarah grabbed my wrist.

“There are ledgers,” she said. “Storage unit in my name. Millbrook Mini Storage. Unit 214. Key is under the statue in the church garden. I kept copies of everything. Names. Policies. Payments.”

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