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Liborio Fragale

The compound was finally quiet, and the guards regrouped. They had spent the last hour trying to clear the fallen branches off the fence, and the alarm had been going off constantly. Joe stood at his office window as his captain, Jordan Littman, met with the men for a report. Vinnie stood at his side. “Why do you think it happened?”

Joe shook his head. “I don’t know. The reports seem to say that there were people out there, but we don’t know who or why.”

Vinnie nodded. “Maybe we will have a clear report once they finish their meeting.”

Joe turned away. “This has to be linked to that kid Emmett interrogated earlier. What was her name?”

Vinnie flipped open the file on the coffee table next to the window they looked through. It contained a transcript of the interrogation, as well as notes from Emmett himself concerning the subject. “Clara.”

Joe nodded. “This only started when we took her.”

Vinnie shrugged. “Should we let her go?”

Joe knew what he meant, and shook his head. “We need to break her for information. She knows more than she is revealing.”

Vinnie shut the file and watched as the meeting broke up. They men returned to their posts, and Jordan marched inside to deliver his report to Joe and Vinnie. Joe sat behind his desk, and waited while Jordan settled himself in the chair next to Vinnie. The head of security rubbed his hand restlessly over his close-cropped gold hair and shut his eyes. “The reports vary, but there were at least two that we saw. They distracted us, and then shot back at us once we had seen them.”

Joe rested his elbows on the desk. “Did they hit anybody?”

Jordan shook his head. “It didn’t seem like they were aiming to hit; just distract. We were bunkered down in the southeast corner, and couldn’t move from where we were pinned.”

Joe nodded. “They didn’t even attempt to breach the outer perimeter?”

Jordan shook his head. “Not that we could see.”

Vinnie looked at Joe, and then turned to Jordan. “Have your men check every inch of the perimeter. If so much as a shrew crossed that fence, we want to know about it.”

Jordan nodded and rose to his feet. “We should have the report in a few hours. Do you want an extra guard on the basement?”

Joe shook his head. “Those girls are no threat to us.”

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