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Chad and I go through reception at a run. Lucy calls from behind the desk. “Michael, there was a man asking for you.” Mid-stride, I jolt to a standstill. “Who?” “He wouldn"t leave his name, but I didn"t like the look of him.” She bites at a lip. “He was with some others. He asked if you live on site. And if you know Larry Waterman.” “I’m on it.” I jerk a thumb back behind myself. “Cara and Adam are in the gym. Get them into the crèche.” Blinking hard, “Sure thing, Boss.” Charging outside, Chad by my side, we’re barely past the entrance when a running figure appears. Beth, naked above the waist, save for the papoose which, sagging loose around her, just covers her breasts. A livid bruise is swelling up on her right cheek and eye-socket, mascara-smeared tears streaming as, her arms clut