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Again Marriage 199

    <b>Chapter </b><b>199 </b>


    <b>When they </b>arrived <b>at </b>the police station, Aria got out with herptop bag. Ondo nced out the window, his voice low. <b>“</b>Bryant, is <b>she </b><b>really </b>mano.


    <b>wife</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    <b>Bryant </b>forced a sheepish smile. <b>“</b>Yeah<b>, </b>that’s right. Ms. Saxon’s actually a good person–just <b>a </b>little on the cold side<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “Is <b>that </b><b>so</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>Ondo let out <b>a </b>soft chuckle, his long eyes calm and unfathomable, hiding any <b>trace </b>of emotion<b>. </b>He gave onest look <b>at </b><b>the </b>police station then drove away.


    Aria paused to nce back, then headed inside.


    Fryderyk got a call and made his way to the chief’s office. On the desk, aptop screen blinked with a red dot. Fryderyk leaned over. <b>“</b>Northside<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Allen nodded. “Yeah. That’s where The Thirteenth Sigil is holed up. There’s an abandoned factory there, site of an old murder. It’s been left <b>empty </b>for years<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    Fryderyk frowned. “That ce is a nightmare for an ambush–tricky terrain, easy toy traps, thirteen people inside and they’re armed<b>. </b>A direct <b>assault </b>won’t be easy.”


    Aria took it in stride. “Start by sealing off the perimeter, cut off their escape routes. Fryderyk, I’m putting you in charge.”


    “Got it,” Fryderyk answered immediately.


    “Deploy the drone unit for surveince. Take a team with Owen, capture them alive if you can. If they fight, use lethal force.”


    The bounty Aria posted was generous, but even so, few were willing toe–thirteen armed mercenaries in Huthailia was a death sentence for most. Hudson knew she had money; he’d definitely rigged the whole ce with traps.


    Aria needed to scout ahead. She turned to Fryderyk. “Mr. Fletcher, how’s yourbat ability?”


    Allen answered <i>for </i>him, grinning, “Rx, he’s not as good as you, but he can handle himself–he’s better than any of the Thirteenth Sigil guys. If <b>anything </b>goes down, he’s got your back.”


    Fryderyk shot Allen a curious look. How did the chief know he couldn’t beat Aria? He was even more intrigued about her true identity. “So what’s your n?”


    “Too many people and we risk scaring them off,” Aria replied coolly.


    “Tonight, then?” Fryderyk pressed.


    “I’m in.”


    Allen interjected, “Bring Owen. No sense wasting good manpower.” He pulled out his phone and fired off a message.


    “Have you been to that factory?” Aria asked.


    “I’ve handled the case,” Fryderyk replied.


    “Got any photos?”


    “Yeah, let me grab the files. Hold on.” A few minutester, he returned with a stack of crime scene shots.


    They cleared the table, and Aria began spreading out the photos, sketching as Fryderyk described theyout. “When <b>you </b><b>push open </b><b>the </b><b>main </b><b>doors</b>, <b>it’s </b>


    all open space–used to be filled with machines, now just empty. Over here is the break room…”


    An hourter, Aria hadbined Fryderyk’s memories and the photos into a detailed floor n.


    <b>Chapter </b><b>199 </b>


    Allen<b>, </b>watching from the side<b>, </b>was astonished<b>. </b><b>“</b>You’re <b>a </b><b>real </b>artist too? <b>Every </b><b>time </b><b>we </b><b>dig</b>, <b>we </b><b>find </b><b>more </b><b>treasure</b>. <b>Wish </b>I <b>could </b>recruit you for the


    With a red pen, Aria traced <b>a </b><b>path</b><b>. </b>“This spot’s perfect for an ambush–good sightlines, easy <b>to </b><b>attack </b>and <b>escape</b>.


    Fryderyk nodded, adding his own mark. “We can bait them into a trap right here.”


    All that was left was to survey the area outside the factory.


    Allen. watching the two of them, couldn’t help smiling.


    They looked oddly well–matched. Maybe, once this mess was over, he could y matchmaker.


    Fryderyk snapped a photo of the finished map. Aria gathered her things. “See you at midnight, Mr. Fletcher.”


    Fryderyk knew she and Owen were neighbors. “I’lle by to pick you both up.”


    After leaving the station, Aria picked up two boxes of gifts and headed to Mason Webb’s home.


    A woman answered the door, a baby in her arms. “Can I help you?”


    “I’m Mr. Webb’s client. He did me a favor, so I wanted to thank him,” Aria exined.


    <i>AD </i>
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