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He rubbed his thu the curve of his jaw and I could practically see his cop wheels turning in his head

“Whoever it is has a lot of anger built up toward her, whoever is after her clearly sees her as a target, as soure in their life What about the rest of her faet to her in order to punish them?”

I blinked once, then twice, and felt dread settle heavy and hard in rand and her mom is an emotional and drunken ood and pissed at the it out on Brysen”

He nodded, looking grim

“Will she let you dig into her faure it out?”

“She already knows about her dad and the uess she caused a really bad accident a year ago that killed souy”

As soon as the words left my mouth, we both stopped and awareness dawned I swore and Titus leaned forward in the booth

“Were there survivors?”

“Yeah Brysen said the dad was the only one killed”

“A grieving faood a place to start as anywhere Letup”

“I appreciate it, Titus”

“In return, you will pass along any info you get on the mystery man with the accent”

“If I hear anything, I’ll let you know”

We both went to slide out of the booth when he stopped me with a heavy hand on one of my shoulders

“This business with your dad—I would let it go, Race The worst punish in Iowa soovern, and that is far worse than death for a man like him”

I was going to respond that only death was appropriate for a man as so ready to murder his own child simply to avoid uncomfortable questions, when the front doors to the diner sla inside