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A hand rested on her shoulder.
Miranda would recognize Holly’s grip anywhere. It was always firm. Always friendly. Reliably safe.
It helped her to ease her breathing.
To regain her focus.
They were in a restaurant.
Seated at a table.
A half-eaten meal.
Everyone here…except Jeremy.
“Where’s Jeremy? Is he okay?” She tried to push to her feet, but Holly kept her pinned in place.
“He’s fine. He’s just having a little chat with his old friend Taz.”
“Taz?” Jon leaned in from her other side. “That really was the Taser? I thought Colonel Vicki Cortez was dead.”
“We all did, mate.”
Jon yanked out his phone.
Holly jerked it from his fingers and dumped it in his beer glass.
“Hey!”
“Major Jon Swift…” Holly’s voice sounded nasty.
Miranda didn’t need to check her emotions list to kno
