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“I think she’s told us what she knows about her”
Georgia folded her arms over her chest “I hear a but in there”
Alex rose, shifting his stance “No but She’s open about Deidre It’s her own past she guards closely”
“Do you blaed “She was uilt and shame”
“Why?”
Georgia flicked a loose strand of hair fro were they married?”
“Not very long”
“My guess is that Latio postal on her all at once I bet he slowly turned up the heat and she kept taking it She’s asha it I knoould be”
Deke nodded “I saw the scars on her hands”
Georgia druainst her arms “She was stabbed, and then she finds a friend stabbed God, sheout at the idea that Latimer is still alive”
“She was spooked” Alex rarely second-guessed hiain wondered if he should have dumped such explosive theories in her lap and simply left
“My attacker was killed two years ago,” Georgia said “I still have nightine what she’s feeling”
Deke seared his sister with his gaze “You’re sharing all your worries with your therapist, right?”
Georgia wrinkled her nose “I don’t like her”
Alex faced his sister “I don’t like a lot of things, but that doesn’ther?”
A sigh leaked through clenched teeth “Yes I see her I just don’t like it”
Deke studied her a beat longer, clearly deter to share with us?”
She laughed “Never”
Alex twisted his gold cuff link “Why not?”
“You two aren’t the warm and fuzzy types”
“Would you tell Rachel?” Deke asked Rachel had lived the nightia, nearly died with her, and, in the end, saved her
Georgia shrugged “She and I talk”
Deke’s gaze softened “I didn’t know that”
“Exactly By the way, I think she wants toup her independence, but if you ask again, I bet she says yes”
Deke’s gaze sharpened “How do you know?”
She shot him a look
“Right Thanks”
“Anytime But don’t screw this one up, Deke I like Rachel”
Deke grunted “So do I”
Georgia snapped her fingers, as if suddenly re “That John Doe as shot and burned Ballistics just came back The bullet that killed him was fired from the nine-millimeter Beretta you found at the scene”
Alex rubbed a thuht “Left the murder weapon at the site Why?”
Georgia shrugged “That’s your gig, bro”