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Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

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Fresh incoming voicemail.

Pierce looked at me. “Play it.”

I did.

Static first. Then Kessler’s voice, still wrong through software but wrong in a familiar way.

“Olivia. You always did like procedures. Here’s one. I count to sixty, somebody comes out the front with the gray case from your trunk. If not, I pick a window and make your aunt’s house loud.”

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