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FRIDAY, 9:45 PM

Traffic crawled up Cottman Avenue. Byrne was less than half a mile from Jessica's house. He approached a few of the side streets, found them blocked by branches and electrical wires, or too flooded to pass.

Cars were cautiously approaching inundated sections of the road, all but idling through. As Byrne approached Jessica's street, the migraine bloomed fully. A car horn made him grip the wheel tightly, realizing he had been driving with his eyes closed.

He had to get to Jessica.

He parked the car, checked his weapon, and got out.

He was just a few blocks away.

The migraine surged as he turned his collar up against the wind. As he fought the gusts of rain, he knew that…

He is in the house.

Close.

He has not expected her to invite someone else inside. He wants her all to himself.He has plans for her and her daughter.

When the other man walked in the front door, his plans became…

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