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“Just broke his hand.”

Her chest deflates. “Okay. That’s good. Right?”

“Right,” I say, smiling at how ludicrous that sounds as I trace the delicate line of her jaw.

“What now?”

Setting her aside with much difficulty, I walk to my office and open the safe to put back my gun and take out my laptop. When I turn to my desk with my laptop in my hands, Violet stands in the doorframe. She watches me with a troubled expression as I boot up the computer. I take a USB key from the desk drawer and insert it into the flash drive.

“You finished it,” she whispers.

I click on copy and meet her gaze. “Yes.”

“When?”

“A while ago.”

When the copying is done, I eject the memory stick and carry it to her. Taking her hand, I place the key on her palm and fold her fingers around it. Our eyes remain locked, her violet gaze somber as we stand there with my hand wrapped around hers.

I don’t have to say it.

She knows what to do.


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