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While Clyota—accompanied by the omnipresent Pressman—is regrouping at Cristina’s, someone tries to override the Security Door code.
Luckily, the intruder didn’t know about the child safety locks—and he wasn’t expecting Clyota. It took her more than six sentences to subdue this guy, so let’s skip to the inevtable aftermath . . .
I took the time to rub my knee—I was going to have to start wearing body armor twenty-four seven—then rolled him over. He was wearing a white shirt, now stained maroon, and a dark tie, and for a dreadful moment, I thought I would have to tell Christina that I’d knocked out her husband.
But the face around the bloodied, broken nose wasn’t Harry’s. Despite the damage, it looked familiar. He stirred, and I looked around for something to tie his hands.
A restraint strip appeared in front of my eyes and I glanced up at the Pressman, whose face was as grim as I’d ever seen it.
I rolled the limp intruder back onto his stomach, and secured his hands.
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