Too late.

“Don’t move!” a loud voice shouted.

Damien’s throat went dry. He spun around and saw flashlights shining in his face. It's the cops.

Lyra froze, her hands shaking. “No… no, this isn’t fair.”

“Hands up, all of you!” another officer barked.

Jack raised his arms slowly. “We’re screwed,” he muttered...

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