love you and your mom, son. You know that. And I never was a cop for the glory. I could have gotten killed trying to get her out. I was working on a plan….” “Stop. Talking,” Hartley grits out. “You could have called me. We would have figured out something. Instead, she had to run for eight months, looking over her shoulder. You know who kept her safe. Me.” Hartley jabs his finger toward the door. “And those people out there. That’s the type of people they are. Not the people you have set in your mind. Trust me, I know, because that’s what I used to think. But they are nothing like you think.
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