I hung up the phone, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I turned to the window and saw a black sedan creeping down the street. It wasn’t a police car.
A sharp knock at the back door made me jump out of my skin. It was Gabriel again. This time, he didn’t look scared; he looked ready for war. “They aren’t coming to arrest you, Alyssa,” he said through the glass, his voice muffled but intense. “They’re coming to erase you. Open the door.”
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I let him in. “How did you know?” I demanded. Gabriel moved to the window, peering through the blinds. “Because your father didn’t die of a stroke. And he hired me to make sure you didn’t die the same way.”
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