Prologue

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A gun clicked, and Lou swore softly as she felt the cold metal barrel press into the back of her head. She let her gun clatter to the floor and raised her hands.

"That's right, blondie. Now tell me where you planted the bomb," the man snarled.

"You can decide that for us." A second gun cocked. Lou smiled at the familiar voice.

"Who the fuck are you?" The man demanded, lowering his gun. Lou turned around and snatched it out of his hand. She caught Debbie's eye. Debbie smirked at her.

"Me and her? We're the fucking heat."

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