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She glanced around the room There certainly was hardly any place to hide There was only the one room, taken up by the sofa and the coffee table, with two chairs just beyond the reach of the bed when it was opened One chair was padded and covered with cloth, and the other one was a director’s chair that could be folded up to make more room Then she had her bathroom with its shower, and a little kitchen that was more of an alcove

There was, however, a large closet, and the door was closed Her hand went automatically to her service weapon under her jacket, she pulled it out and took it into a two-handed grip

“I don’t think you want to do that, pumpkin”

Pro spun, her weapon extended in a shooter’s stance as she faced her father, who stepped out of the kitchenette with his empty hands raised in surrender

“Max, for chrissakes!” Pro hissed and lowered her weapon She put on the safety and jammed it back into her holster “You need to turn yourself in”

“I will, I will, but right now you need me!”

“Max, you escaped fro deal! They put out an APB on you I could loseto you”

“I can’t help you if I’m locked up, honey”

“Don’t you dare call me ‘honey’ My name is Pro—Pro Thompson”

Max held up his hands defensively “Okay, Pro But don’t you want to knohat I found out since I’ve been out?”

“No, I want you to sit in a chair while I call for backup”

“Pro, you gotta listen to me The killer is still out there, and I think other people could end up dead”

“All thea finger at her father “To prove you are not the one who is co these murders!”

“Word on the street is that the plans for Prisht be a prototype”

“Do you knoho et?”