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Aidan had such a
narrow window of time to
complete this mission. Tearing his flannel shirt, he bandaged
jagged wounds from his fall against the dumpster. Now, he entertained
the few possibilities left.
This way, up and over—none
of it mattered if he did not act soon. Agitated but steady, Aidan crept
stealthily through the night, his light steps leaving a scarce dimple in a muddy alley.
