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JAMES The Denver office is smaller than what I'm used to, but it serves its purpose. Distance. Control. A fresh start where no one knows our business. I lean back in my desk chair, watching the city sprawl through my window. Three weeks since we moved here, and already I can see the difference in Lily. She's more compliant. More dependent. More mine. The move was necessary after that bastard in Wichita started following us. I noticed him first about a month ago—always in a dark sedan, always at a distance, but always there. Watching our house. Watching my wife. At first, I thought he was a private investigator. Maybe someone Lily's friend Zoe had hired. But his behavior was too personal, too protective. The way he positioned himself to watch our bedroom window. The way he followed Li