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        Reya.

        Headbowed,lipscaughtbetweenherteeth,shelookedeverybitthechastenedchildawaitingscolding.

        "Dad."

        Lucian''sgazesweptoverher—noinjuries,novisibleharm—andthevisearoundhischestloosenedjustenoughtobreathe.Foralongmoment,hesimplystared,theweightofdaysoffearandfurydissolvingintofourquietwords:

        "You''reokay.Good."

        Thefireragingaheadleftnoroomforpersonalmatters.WhateverhadhappenedwithReyawouldhavetowait.

        HejerkedhischinatJun."Takeherhome."

        Then,turningtoNeilfromForensics:"Whenthefire''sout,sweepeveryinch.Assumearsonuntilprovenotherwise."

        Somethinguglycurledinhisgut—adetective''sinstinct,sharpenedbyyearsofseeinghowcasesreallyended.

        Andhisdreadwasconfirmedbeforedawn.

        Intheburned-outbasement,firefightersdiscoveredacharredcorpse.

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