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and listen. You can't be back yet. The
kids are at school.
"Yeah, I know, Malcolm, I'll get to
it tomorrow. Sin needs me right now."
It's Cohen. Is he here with someone?
"Fine," he continues, and I guess he's on
the phone. He lets out a frustrated groan.
My blood runs cold. I back away and
find myself in the bedroom. There's a
blindside, between the window and the
closet, a corner big enough for me to fit
