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28. Who’s Protecting Who?

The sheriff’s office after hours had a different sound to it. No phones ringing, no radios squawking with half-heard codes, no footsteps across the scuffed linoleum. Just the hum of the old air vents and the faint rattle of the flagpole rope outside.

Eden had been there before—once for a “Take Your...