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into a thin line. "I w

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steady breath and asked,

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want to kno

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ng his head slightly.

avoiding t

behind it. "Fine. You want answers?" He turned towa

, her curiosity out

thick black folder a

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scanned t

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read the

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inked.

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stomach

a murder mystery.

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