She had refused to let him call anambulance. The Every man facade hid a complexcore of anger and need and pain. Clucking her tongue, she moved off into the living room where WashingtonWeek grumbled along on the television and Jurgen was engrossed in abook. He wore striped pajamas she had never seen before.
But, Chief- Put him in the goddamn car and drive him to the station, Mitchordered. Crouching, Megan ran up the backsteps, jumped down off the stoop, and ducked around the far side of thehouse, running headlong into a man. You're such a well-rounded individual. He shot her a glare.
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