The bar went quiet the second Craig Bowman kicked the door open. Every head turned, every hand froze, but under the corner table, pressed against the cold wooden leg, a 7-year-old girl held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. She had crawled there 30 seconds before he walked in.
Duke Callahan hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked down, hadn’t said a word. …
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