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Oliver slouched against the escalator railing at the Westport Mall, the air thick with the greasy scent of pretzels from the food court and the distant chatter of weekend shoppers. He'd dragged Cooper

The bass from the downstairs speakers thumped like a heartbeat on steroids, vibrating through the thin walls of Harry Parker's terraced house on the edge of the estate. It was one of those weekends wh