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36. The Long Night

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Damien's POV

The first rescue boat reached the wreckage within minutes.

Its powerful spotlight swept across the collapsed Ferris wheel, illuminating twisted steel jutting from the Hudson like the broken bones of some enormous beast. Firefighters climbed carefully over the mangled framework while rescue divers stood at the edge of the boat, fastening oxygen tanks onto their backs before disappearing beneath the black water one after another.

The moment the first diver surfaced, every person wait
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Ann Shank
looks like Tiffany the terrible is a murderers. I hope they find the mechanic and that he rats her out!
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Ako it oh
I hope Claire and baby is okay.
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