The son of a bitch vanishes and Julian grimaces. He's got a feeling they haven't seen the last of this guy, though he doesn't know the man's name. That's fine, though.
They'll be waiting when these weasels surface again.
"Pauline, Harry, how are the children doing?" he asks, heading toward the small group and feeling better now that the world isn't moving in slow motion.
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