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shake my head. This has to be a sick

joke, but who would do this to me? Who

would be so cruel? There's a knock on

my door, and somehow I know that this

was all carefully orchestrated. I think of

my girls, but I have no energy to think

beyond my trip to the front door. Creed

isn't standing there. Cold Detective

Jameson is him and two other men. I let

them cuff me, the cold steel cutting into

my flesh, like a branding iron. There are