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J-Mac’s voice cut through the noise, calm as a stone. “Corrigan. You said we were ghosts. You were right. And you know what ghosts do to people who try to cage them?”
J-Mac shot her a look— what are you doing? —but he trusted her. He always did. bonnie blue jmac
Corrigan stepped closer. “Keys. Now.” J-Mac’s voice cut through the noise, calm as a stone
Corrigan’s eyes glittered. Bingo.
As Corrigan turned to bark orders at his men, the warehouse lights flickered. A storm surge. Bonnie saw it: the single guard by the generator, the open loading bay door, the coil of frayed rope near J-Mac’s foot. J-Mac’s voice cut through the noise
But amateurs panic in the dark. Professionals own it.