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Sander nodded. Despite his bulk, he was light on his paws. “What do you have in mind?”

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Jackson stared at his pistol that had been placed—along with Erin’s and Sander’s—on a table at the far end of the room. He glanced at Erin who was glaring at him from her cell like it was his fault they were locked up. He hoped Sander had a plan, since he was the only strong enough to use brute force to break out.