Besides Boyd's almost overwhelming fear-anger-excitement-hope, whatever else was in the room swamped his senses with bitterness and anger and grasping, near violent demand. If they could put their hands around his throat and squeeze the information out of him, they would have. "No... no. I don't know who it is." Aaron slid along the wall and backed away from her. "I have to go."
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