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• Footsteps shuffled in the living room. The cushions on which they sat squeaked like rats caught in a web. Except they were all caught in a crossfire of a man who knew how to play the game better than the entire Connor family.
• The place suddenly smelled faintly of old wood and the faint whir of the television was still paused on the frozen image of Williams with the ex-terrorist. Chase stood before the screen, his fists clenched. His grandfather sat opposite, his cane resting against his leg. His face was carved with cold disapproval.
• "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Williams asked at last, his husky voice cutting through the silence.