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Lara gulped as she and Greg stopped outside of Jackson’s apartment door. For two years, it had been her apartment too but it had never been her home, and the thought of returning sent a shudder through her body. “Where are the guards?” she asked in a whisper. “They’re inside with him just in case he decides to do something stupid like escape out a window,” Greg explained. He was holding the straps of three large and empty gym bags and a handful of trash bags, and they would soon be filled with all of her belongings. “But they know we’re coming.” Lara licked her dry lips and shifted on her feet. “I’d like to get my stuff first before we talk to him,” she said. “Okay,” he replied. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked when she simply continued to stare at the door. “I’m sure