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hand on his holster, instinct taking over from years of training. “Dad, this isn’t safe. Let’s look at the labs in Building B. Or those retrievers Sarah showed us. The golden mix looked sweet—”
Luke ignored him. He rolled his wheelchair right up to the bright orange “DANGER: DO NOT ENTER” sign that had been zip-tied to the cage door.
The dog froze mid-lunge.continue reading …
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