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For a moment, Marcus lifted his left hand slightly, not in surrender, not in defiance—just a small, deliberate motion. His lips moved, but the wind swallowed his words. To the watching crowd, it looked like resistance. To Turner, it felt like something else. The biker’s focus wasn’t scattered. It was fixed. Intent. As if he were concentrating on something far more immediate than the river below.
That unwavering stillness was what unsettled the officers most.
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