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You don’t want anything screwing it up, Meadows? Then watch out…because Valentine lives to screith people

“Oh, don’t worry,” S the chair across from Valentine “We aren’t amateurs”

Valentine started to laugh Deep, ru chuckles as he tossed back his head Then, with his lips still twisting, he looked away froht at the tay ht at Dane

“I’ to Dane and Mac The rest of the detectives here can fk off”

“It’s not about what you want,” San

Valentine kept staring at the mirror “Meadows, are you there too?”

The guy stiffened beside Dane

“You have such a lovely wife,” Valentine said “Sweet lady, but Tonya doesn’t know about all the deals youwith devils You could get burned”

“He did not just fking say my wife’s name” A lethal intensity had entered Meadows’s voice

“Meadows,that Valentine had been ahead of the cops fro

Was still ahead

Where was Maggie?

“I haven’t asked for a lawyer,” Valentine said, the heel of his right foot tapping back against his chair leg “And I won’t”

“Because you’re a durowled

“But I’ to Dane and Mac” Valentine’s foot stopped tapping as he leaned back in his chair The smile slowly faded from his face “And it’s not like we really have time to waste”

Meadoas frowning “He’s bullshitting”

“Valentine doesn’t bullshit,” Dane replied The DA should know that “AndWayne away froation”

“Look around,” Valentine said, then widened his eyes innocently “The gang should all be here, right? But…is so?”

“Margaret,” Meadohispered

Dane shook his head “Maggie wouldn’t be at the station She never coer that had stalked him for her entire life

The gang…

Dane’s gazeafter that explosion? Was there anyone asn’t accounted for?” They’d been so busy hunting for Valentine in the swa one of them?

“The longer I wait, the less I’ll share” Valentine’s gaze flickered to the detectives in the rooet the hell out”

“And you need to stop acting like you’re the e,” Forrest said as he sauntered up behind Valentine “You need to—”

Valentine lunged up from his chair, twisted, and slammed his head into Forrest’s face Blood spurted froun

The uniforms rushed forward, ready to restrain Valentine

But the guy just sat back in his chair, as nice as you please Blood was on his shirt He was sain

Meadows hit the button for the intercom “Cuff the bastard to the table”