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Once the announcement was made that Jones had left the debate, Terry turned his radio off. He could hear the honking of car horns and the cheers coming from the people in the houses of the neighborhood around him.

But Terry was only focused on one house. He pulled his binoculars to his eyes and glanced through the windows of the house he was casing. There, in the middle of the living room, twirling her daughter around in the air, was the woman he’d been chasing.