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The jeep shudders over cracked asphalt, the late summer sun bleeding orange through windows filmed with dust. Inside, the air tastes of stale coffee, dried sweat, and the faint, clean scent of gun oil. Price hums something tuneless under his breath, one hand draped over the steering wheel. Soap and Gaz trade low jokes in the passenger seat, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. The back is a different world. On one side, Thomas—all sharp elbows and sullen silence—glowers at the phone clutched in his brother's grip. On the other, Liam's mouth curls as he dangles the device just out of reach, cruelty glittering in his gray-blue eyes. Between them, strapped into a booster seat, is you, six months old, blinking up at the world with wide, placid eyes. Oscar, crammed by the window, alread…