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“That’s not necessary,” she grulances at the khaki shirt and pants she’d been wearing when she left the prison She also had a box with a few books, but it was s from her son, Aaron

“I don’t ot way too in with”

“That’s nice of you,” sheher head to stare out theThen she adds, “Thanks”

S, I turnme curiously He still has his headphones on so he couldn’t hear ere just talking about Not that it was a matter of national security

Although if it was, I bet he’d already know about it Given his impressive connections and all

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I wondered what I’d be feeling when I pulled up tolast left in a police car They took me down to the precinct station about two miles from my house for a detailed interview I refused medical attention, despite the fact I’d already had extreet the interview done, so I could get to the airport and head to Vegas and Kynan

As Kynan shuts off the rental car we’d picked up at the airport and I open the passenger door, Lynn comes out of h, she assured me she’d have the house ready for my arrival

I knehat that uest rooms freshened up with new sheets and towels, but she’d have all evidence of lass froerprint dust would be eradicated so as not to distress er to o above and beyond toas easy as possible

Lynn comes off the porch and down the short, curved sidewalk that connects to the driveway She’s fifty-seven years old, rounder than she’d like, and wears her silvery-gray hair in a short cap Her arms open, and I step into her embrace “Glad to have you back, honey”

“Thanks for handling everything” I give her a hard squeeze before I pull away

Turning to er “Lynn… this is Kynan McGrath and Bebe Grimshaw from Jameson Force Security”

If Lynn is flueous looks or by the fact Bebe is in a prison uniform, she doesn’t show a hint of discord She smiles, shakes hands, and then motions us into my home