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... slowly pulled the trigger of the pistol.
"Wait!"
"Don’t!"
Both men’s voices rose in unison. The difference was that when the larger voice rang out, the gun also lifted in his hand, while when the smaller voice rang out, the small frame was already shielded over Bianca’s tiny body.
Oliver Thompson held the gun motionless in his hand, his finger on the trigger, the infrared barrel aimed right at Harvey Dunn’s brow. The movement was so precise that, if not looked car ...
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