Knock Out

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To my brother-in-law Larry Horton, who has the biggest heart I’ve ever seen and kindness of spirit that’s bone-deep.

You are well loved.

-Catherine

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“EVERYONE, SHUT UP! All of you—get down and put your faces on the floor!” The man punctuated his order with a half-dozen shots fired into the air from a submachine gun. Chunks of ceiling plaster fell onto the marble floor. In a few seconds, everyone lay flat, no one moving a muscle, the echoes of their shocked screams thick in the air.

Savich’s first thought was Thank God, Sean’s not here with me. He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket, pressed two keys on his cell phone, and remained as still as the twenty other people in the First Union Bank of Washington, D.C. He heard some sobs, but for the most part everyone lay on their stomachs in heart-racing, petrified silence, noses against the marble floor.

He heard Sherlock’s voice. “Hello? Hello?”

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