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"Fine. You're the boss. You go ahead," he whispered, stepping aside and indicating the door with his hand. "The person with that baby is probably a paranoid tweaker out of her mind from withdrawal. She's beyond caring about her kid and hoping to trade her baby for a dot of crystal. She's desperate and not above attacking whoever gets in her way."
Sadie cringed.
"Okay, I guess you do have more training in this sort of thing."
"You think?"
The baby's cries sounded frantic.
"Don't just stand there, Mr. Macho." Sadie waved her hand toward the shed door. "Do your thing."
