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Ryan’s eyes moved from Reeves to me to his mother in rapid succession, trying to calculate what had just happened and how it had happened so fast.
“Sir, I don’t understand,” he said.
“No,” Reeves agreed. “You don’t. But you will.”
The woman in the gray suit extended her hand toward Ryan. “My name is Rebecca Sloan. I’m with the Inspector General’s office.continue reading …
