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“Mr. Reeves,” she said, her voice wavering. “This was my brother’s partner. He was killed in an ambush nine months ago. They were going to put Blitz down because he’s too aggressive, but I heard what you do here.”
Cole looked at the dog, seeing the same calculating, haunted gaze he had seen in Ajax—and in himself. He extended his hand, palm down, and met the young Marine’s eyes. “Don’t worry,” Cole said. “He just needs to hear that the mission is over.”
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