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Chapter 36: Into the Den

Aвтор: Sirleaf Sirleaf
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A few hours passed, the noise of a dog barking and the rustle of leaves were the only sounds breaking the silence. Mathews sipped from an insulated bottle of coffee, keeping himself alert. Brandon, meanwhile, wrote down notes in a small logbook, recording every observation.

By early morning, the mansion remained untouched. The backup team reported no suspicious activity. Mathews sighed, setting the binoculars down on the dashboard. “Looks like it’s a quiet night after all.”

Brandon rubbed his tired eyes. “Better safe than sorry. At least the family’s still safe and happy.”

As the first light of dawn broke over La Villa Avenue, the officers prepared to wrap up their overnight watch. Though nothing had happened, they knew the calm could be deceptive. They exchanged updates with the backup team, ensuring everyone remained alert for whatever might come next.

The Norris family, unaware of the silent guardians outside, continued their peaceful morning routine and the officers stayed watchfu
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