Web of Deception

bleeding out on the street in her mind. The noise around them made it hard to hear her gasp, "Please." I need a hospital. As for the babies, "Martinez's

training as a police officer helped her even though it hurt. Take deep breaths, focus, and look. Sarah could feel the windows of the van moving around the city streets,

led Sarah out into the chilly night air as the entrance burst open. Their abandoned bui

shadows on the flashing light. Sarah was sent to a spot free of clutter where a dirty cot lay. Martinez snorted, "Make yourself at home." "Being a drawn out night is going is going." S

deep in thought. She was looking for a way of saving her kids. Still, the chance of escape dropped with every tightening. Over the hours, a cloud of anguish and worry descended. Julio did h

any more, a noise came out of the stockroom. Shots went off, followed by screaming and the sound of glass breaking. Martinez swore then pulled his weapon. "Watch out! he screamed at Julio before sprinting towards the

gardless of her nervousness. "You definitely ought to open it. Quietly. Is it possible?" Julio nodded, shook his hands while working. Long seconds passed, each one an unbounded duration of time. At that moment, as amazingly, another wail whirled around. a woman. Sarah cri

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d before either could talk. He snared and said, "How touching." "The resurrection of family." Alex moved forward, positioned between Martinez and Sarah. "Martinez, it's done." Officers are

"Alex." "The young ones..." He softened his face turning to see his newborn children. Still, his legs gave out as he headed toward them. Alex sank to his knees as fresh blood poured across his chest. The bullet that missed him at the hospital

oward the floor, motionless. Once more the distribution center entryway burst open, showing a bunch of cops passing by Sarah's accomplice, Mike. Hurrying to her side, he yelled, "Sara

ect them without regard to cost. Sarah couldn't get rid of the feeling, though, that this was only the beginning as she was raised onto a cot and her kids stayed close by. The metropolis was consuming, privileged insights wer

e. She would reveal reality independent of her driving direction. related to her childre