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When I eed from the darkened staircase into a half-finished, di on his back, his tie loose and hanging to one side, his white button-down stained a dark crih there wasn’t much of it left I didn’t take the ti toward hi next to his Sylvia had bound his wrists behind his back, but Reyes was right: He’d also been shot And he was unconscious "Uncle Bob," I said again,etness His short brown hair and the left side of his face had dried blood like she’d hit hi Surely not to subdue hi him out would not have been easy

I cradled his head ininto his ear "Please, Uncle Bob Please be okay"

The fact that he arli upas a mule, and just as stubborn I kissed his forehead

As I was about to check the wound that seee, I felt a sharp sting atthe needle I could only hope that whatever she’d injected me asn’t lethal Time bounced back before it had a chance to stop co else slowed

I spun around to look at my attacker, and even she slowed Or, well, blurred

Sylvia Starr stumbled back when I knocked her arrabbed Uncle Bob under the shoulders and tried to drag him to the stairs But the world toppled to the left I adjusted, trying to topple with it, to keep , the floor beneath ainst ravity had maneuvered itself that way We would all fall off the Earth if this kept up Then where would we be?

I felt a sharp tug on ainstas though we’d been having a conversation the whole time "He put you there"

"Where?" I asked

"You went to prison because of hiued "Not as an inmate, anyway There was this one time --"

"Don’t do this, Ms Rha had awakened hi at hi whine "If he hadn’t arrested you in the first place, you would never have spent ten years in that hellhole"

"And what do you know of hell?"

It was Reyes He’d coue thick into fall off Grab on to so down the floor, I’d never know