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The gunfire had stopped by the time I reached Ryder's position, the last of Cole's guards either fled or subdued, and I found him crouched near a doorway at the back of the complex, weapon steady, his eyes locked on the room beyond.
"He's in there," Ryder said quietly, not looking away from the doorway. "Alone. Told his last guard to stand down the second he realized we'd breached the building."
"Why would he do that?"
"I don't know," Ryder admitted. "But I don't like it."
We moved together toward the doorway, careful and controlled despite the adrenaline still hammering through my veins, and stepped into a small office at the back of the complex, sparse and utilitarian except for a single desk and the man sitting calmly behind it.
Victor Cole looked older in person than the phot
