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He nodded slowly.

She found him in the boiler room of an abandoned textile mill on the wrong side of the river. The air was thick with rust and damp rot. A single bare bulb swung overhead, casting frantic, jittery shadows. Marcus sat on an overturned crate, his hands cuffed in front of him—not by police-issue restraints, but by heavy-duty zip ties. He wasn't alone. sheena ryder blacked

"Ms. Ryder," the serpent man said. "Right on time." He nodded slowly

In the sudden, ringing silence, Marcus looked at the carnage, then at her. He was bleeding from a cut on his arm. She was shaking. Marcus looked at the carnage