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Dean Lawrence Peters stands in his office near the window. He opens the curtain and watches the long line of cars drive away from the hospital. His temple still hurts from having the muzzle of the gun pressed into his forehead. His father and Lance’s grandfather agreed that the two families should always exist in harmony, but if Lance catches Charles, the rules will no longer apply. Lawrence knows that Lance will do whatever he wants to Charles, and he’ll be powerless to protect his son. Lawrence throws a stack of files across the desk. His son stands on the other side of the desk. Charles is wearing a white coat and leaning languorously against the desk. He doesn’t make a move to avoid the files. Instead he straightens up and casually puts his hands in his pockets. The papers hit him