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35. Kill Box

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I heard the boots before I saw them. Two sets thudding down the hall, the third fainter, circling wide, maybe heading for the back.

They were coming fast.

I wiped my knife on the second man’s sleeve and darted into the nearest doorway just as a flashlight beam sliced through the hallway. I crouched behind the desk, heart hammering. No time to catch my breath.

One shadow appeared in the doorway. Then another. Guns raised. Sweeping the room. Talking in low, tense murmurs.

“Check the kitchen. Sweep left. I’ll clear the study.”

Okay.

The third one peeled off toward the kitchen, boots retreating. One lingered in the hall, watching their six. The last stepped into the study.

I shrank lower, flattening behind the desk.

He moved closer, another cautious step, and I gripped the knife tighter. He turned the corner. Saw me. I launched upward, slamming into him before he could raise the rifle.

We crashed into the
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