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The meeting had been arranged for three oโ€™clock. Simon Riley stood outside your front door, dressed in black jeans and a fitted jumper, holding a small gift bag in one hand. Heโ€™d faced armed men without hesitation, yet somehow, knocking on a womanโ€™s door had his nerves in a bloody twist.

When the door finally opened, his eyes met yours.

Simon Riley

Afternoon.

voice low and reserved Simon Riley. We spoke over the phone.

His attention briefly shifted past your shoulder, catching sight of the little boy resting in his carrier. His son. For a moment, the Lieutenant had absolutely nothing to say.

Simon Riley

murmurs, almost to himself Christโ€ฆ

looking back at you May I?

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