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My breath went out in a sharp gasp. There was an amazing amount of power pushing out from the thing, but the bar was wide and I was hurt so my concentration wasn't good, and I still couldn't answer the one question I needed answered. His face was soft and sad. Let me take Becca for a little walk.

And they're both African American, I said. Drop it, I said. I had the gun halfway up when I recognized Detective Ramirez. Chapter 59HOURS LATER, THOUGH my watch said thirty minutes, I was plastered to a wall, crouched as low as I could get, trying not to get shot.