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Methodical.
Systematic.
Jian Yuche’s men moved through each room with the kind of precision that suggested they’d done this before—checking closets, opening drawers, tapping walls for hollow spaces.
I sat on the couch with my bowl of popcorn balanced on my lap, watching Dean explain the proper way to salt a threshold. The TV volume was low enough that I could hear everything happening around me.
The footsteps on the stairs, the muffled voices from the seco ...
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