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A black SUV races toward the main gate.

The cargo van is gone.

Several guards are taking positions behind vehicles.

I see Navarro near the far building.

Greg is beside him.

My entire body goes cold.

Greg turns toward the tunnel.

I duck back before he sees me.

“Where's Brooks?” Navarro shouts.

“I thought she was locked up.”

“Get her!”

Footsteps approach.

I retreat into the tunnel.

Greg appears through the door.

Alone.

Perfect.

He sees me.

His eyes widen.

“How the hell⁠—”

I hit him.

The gun remains in my right hand.

My left fist catches him squarely in the mouth.

His head snaps back.

I hit him again.

“You sold my daughter.”

He staggers.

I drive my knee into his stomach.

“You lied to her.”

He grabs my jacket.

I slam the gun against his wrist.