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Old counters divide the space.

Dust covers the floor.

Sally sits beneath a hanging light near the center.

Wires run from her chair to a metal locker built into the far wall.

A timer above it reads three minutes and forty-two seconds.

Her eyes find me.

I press one finger to my lips.

She nods.

Kane and Holt descend from opposite sides of the room.

Will covers the rear entrance.

Moreno enters through the access panel and crawls beneath the raised locker platform.

“Do not move the chair,” he tells Sally.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Her voice shakes.

I move close enough for her to see me clearly.

“I’m Sean.”

“Sage’s father.”

“Yes.”

“She looks like you.”

“I think she looks like Hayley.”

“Then you’re wrong.”

Even tied to a bomb, Sally Bennett argues with me.

No wonder she helped my daughter survive.

“She’s outside,” I tell her.

“She shouldn’t be here.”

“You can tell her that yourself.”

Moreno removes a panel beneath the locker.

“Two minutes.”

I look at him.

“Can you disarm it?”