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        Madeline''sheadsnappedup,eyeslockingontohimwithsuddenintensitybeforedroppingagain,herlipsmovinginamurmur:

        "Howcouldthatbe?"

        Jun''sbrowsdrewtogether.

        Mostvictimsfeltsomereliefwhenassuredthethreatwasgone.Butshedidn''tlookrelieved—shelookedalmostdissatisfied,liketheanswerhadn''tmatchedwhatshealreadybelieved.

        Juninterpretedthisasherbeingtoofrightenedtobelieveshewastrulyfree.Hedidn''tthinkmuchofit.

        ***

        Meanwhile:HQ

        Theconferenceroombrimmedwithtension,everyfacemarkedbyafurrowedbrow.

        Theinvestigationhadhitadeadend.Higher-ups,nowawareofthevictimizedgirls,hadorderedLuciantohandthecaseovertoaspecialagentfromabove—Ma''amLee.

        Onthetablesataboxfilledwithdiscs.Ashort-hairedwoman,radiatingauthority,slappedherpalmagainsttheboxandasked,"Isthisall?"

        Luciangaveacurtnod,hisirritationbarelyconcealed.

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