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He settled back but his eyes never left her face His bushy, salt-and-pepper eyebrows drew together "And when did this uneasiness begin?"

Violet s he didn’t know about the body in the warehouse, that he wasn’t in contact with Sara at every turn And she, pretending she didn’t know he knew

"Yesterday," she answered "I found a body yesterday"

"Murdered?"

There was no need to nod--he already knew the answer--but she did anyway

"A girl Stuffed in a freezer in an old warehouse We found her last night We were following up on an anonyertips of both hands together "Yes I saw the story about her in the paper Did you see it?"

Violet shook her head Even if she read the paper, she would’ve avoided it today, not wanting to see anything about the girl Sos like that made it worse for her

He considered her response the way he seehtfully--his foot bobbing up and down in an even rhythm Violet concentrated on the toe of his shoe White sneakers Practical, but not very professional She wondered if Dr Lee dressed out of comfort or in a conscious effort to put his patients at ease Maybe he thought a suit and tie would make him seem stuffy and unapproachable

"Did anyone happen tountil she’d be buried?" he asked, understanding that that would bring Violet peace--real peace--at last

"Sara said that as soon as they could confirirl’s identity and perform the autopsy, then she could be released to her faements"

"And then you’ll bebetter?" He’d asked these questions before, and Violet suspected he’d be asking theed

He smiled "But not all the way?"

She chewed the inside of her cheek, drawing a deep breath "It’ll just happen again, the next time a body" She shifted, anxious about which word to use She wondered if she’d ever get used to talking about it "you know, calls for me"