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The same black SUVs from the accident site were parked along the street, and men in suits stood at Derek’s front door. “Oh god,” Madeleine whispered. “What do we do now?” Derek’s mind raced. He clutched the package tighter, knowing that whatever was inside had just become even more significant. “Keep driving,” he said firmly. “Don’t stop. We need to go to your house first. Then we’ll think of what to do next.”
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