HER REVENGE, HIS RUIN: A SCORNED WOMAN'S WRATH

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ery second, but I forced myself

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offee table, flipping thro

ds clasped tightly in her lap, he

bout the situation. Could it b

eless body lay on the bed, a hau

assed. It's brief, but it's significant. It says, and I quote, 'Your husband is

ped pa

tened, but I f

as like family to me, a younger sister of my wif

eyebrow, his pen poi

, sir. Were you having any sort of... inappro

t just with fear bu

e my own sister. These accusations are insulting. She's a teenager! A y

Thompson. But we can't ignore the note. It ex

, Eleanor cleared her throat so

spect, I don't believe my husband wou

p towards us

y made my stomach churn. She was defending me against

he a

rised glances. I'm sure her dry

ted his focu

ous matter. I understand wanting to

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n't..." (pauses) "...do anything to hurt her. Like he said, she is only a teenager and like

s difficult to dismis

nodded h

he wouldn't harm Margaret, and he certainly wouldn't..." She paused ab

d a brow and didn

explicitly pointed to your husband. Are you absolutely c

red by the n

that mean anything? She knows I can never harm her sister, and wh

hear from her. Mr. Thompson, you are a littl

d my fist

his of

me like some random a

our entire precinct with the flick of a finger. Th

ran my fingers

Harris, rank

at the badge wit

d, discredited, or removed with a single call. The people you

nothing and did

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you say

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t was a quiet girl

hing happened between them; someone else must have pressured her

e urge to sig

, tapping his pen a

e does raise questions. Mr. Thompson, I'd advise you not to leav

ands, feignin

e time chasing baseless accusa

osed his noteb

hompson, you've got noth

or st

ease, my sister Margaret is gone, and th

fficer nodde

. If anything else comes to light, don't hesitate to call. We w

" Eleanor replied ag

t with Margaret's body in the

he is dealing with. I will have

en turned to Eleanor, t

hat well," I s

th a faint smile that

What kind of wife wou

I mean I may be that man but come on she is your sister. You know I can't do t

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