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Right Fine This was the sort of shit that Ad and Eddie orried about

On that note, it was ti he&039;d been here Could have been twohe wanted was Sissy&039;slike she had to knock on the door to see if he was okay or whether he&039;d already left

He wasn&039;t going to take anything, even though there was a te of Sissy&039;s Her faraft anything more from them

Jim took a last moment to look around, and then he made himself leave Out in the hall, he closed the door and listened Sissy&039;squietly, her voice cracking

Jim took the stairs down and waited discreetly in the foyer by the front door Leaning to the side, he looked into the living roorabbed hi was a close-up of Sissy She wasn&039;t looking at the ca She was deep in thought, and the expression on her face was nothing girlish, everythingsurvivor

She looked iron willed

"She had no idea the calanced at her mother "No?"

Mrs Barten came over and picked up the frame "She always smiled if she knew there was a ca her teaame - she played field hockey She&039;d sprained her ankle and she was on the benchand she wanted to be out with theher than she appeared to be"

As their eyes ht, Thank God - that was going to keep her sane until he got to her

Mrs Barten tilted her head to the side "You&039;re different froo "I&039;m just like everyone else"

"No, you&039;re not I&039;ve ents in the last three weeks than I&039;ve seen on Cops over the course of my whole life" Her stare narrowed "Your eyes "

He turned to the door "Detective DelVecchio will be in touch - "

"I want to give you so"

Jiht, Bad idea He was too hungry for whatever she had to offer "You don&039;t have to"

"Here"

As he turned around to give her a "no, thank you," he found her reaching behind her neck What caold chain

"She wore this every day I found it on the counter in her bathroootten to put it back onanyway, take this"

Dangling froold A dove

"Her father gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday It was part of a set"

Jim shook his head "I can&039;t I&039; to keep your eyes the way they are now, and our faht his hands forward, replacing her fingertips with his own The necklace and char at all And it barely fit around his throat But the thing went on like a drea

As he dropped his arms, he stared down at her

"What are my eyes like," he said hoarsely

"Destroyed"