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191: Under Arrest
Laird’s POV
I pounded angrily on the glass door of the van in which the FBI commander and Prosecutor Golden were riding. They were all sitting relaxed in the car, while Fenella could be heard being hurt by Amy. Fenella's heavy breathing and the sound of Amy's roar that I heard over the receiver convinced me that Fenella was in trouble.
This had all gone too far.
“Amy's confession is enough, right? What the fuck are you waiting for? Arrest her now and save Fenella.” I growled at Prosecutor Golden.
“Fenella is still holding out, Laird. We should wait until Fenella says the safe word. She can also gauge her capacity.” Prosecutor Golden raised his hand to calm me down.
“If you don't help her now, I'll go help her.” My eyes narrowed, and I growled with a serious threat.
“Laird, if you go in now, you'll ruin everything we've built up so far. Fenella is trying hard in there. All you have to d
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