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by Ted Dekker

Still, he was an integral part of the investigation, and she couldn’t avoid him once he finished his rounds with the press. “You knew this was coming?” he demanded. “Not now, Milton.” He took her arm and steered her away from the onlookers, squeezing with enough force to hurt her. “You were here. That means you knew. How long did you know?” “Let go,” she snapped. He released her arm and glanced over her shoulder, smiling. “The word negligence mean anything to you, Agent Peters?” “The word carnage mean anything to you, Detective Milton? I knew because he wanted me to know. You didn’t know about the library because he said that if you were told, he’d blow the building early. In fact, he did blow it early, because you had to announce to the world that we’d found Kevin. You, sir, are lucky we got out when we did or you’d have at least two dead bodies on your hands. Don’t ever touch me again.” “We could have put a bomb squad in there.” “Is there something with the air down here that messes with your hearing? What part of ‘he told us he’d blow the building early’ didn’t penetrate that thick skull of yours? You almost killed us!” “You’re posing a danger to my city, and if you think I’m just going to stand by and let you, you’re naive.” “And you’re posing a danger to Kevin. Take it up with the bureau chief.” His eyes narrowed for a brief second, then he smiled again. “We’re not through with this.”