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Keely At first, I thought it was the two hulking motorbikes idling across the street that had made The Judge stop dead in front of me. In the harsh light of day, I recognised the badges that they wore with pride on their chests, because they were the same as the ones my cousin and his club wore. They were Savage Sons. Not the ones I knew but they all belonged to the same organisation, and I knew instinctively why they were there. For me, Monster. my overprotective cousin had called in another chapter to make sure I was ok.

The countryside fell away to outer suburbia, then to the concrete geometry of a city pretending it had nothing to hide. Jack rested his elbow against the open window and let the hot wind take whatever was left of the dust from the garage. Old oaths had been pulled out of storage, oiled, reassembled. Next stop: the baker. Then the hacker. Then the linguist with a letter opener that could pin air to a wall. One last mission. He glanced at Bruno, at the lines the years had carved, at the grin that still arrived too quickly and left just as fast. “Good to have you back,” Jack said.

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

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