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I felt sick with shame I never wanted to lass down on the counter and took Joe’s glass out of his hand, put that glass down, too

“There’s nothing going on, Joe It’s just the Job”

He looked intodown my brain He knew me that well

“Give the sauce a stir in a couple ofto take a shower”

I stood up on my toes and wrapped ht of as my future husband, pressed my cheek to his I wanted him to hold me And finally he did He closed his arainst him

I said, “I love you soyou, Joe, I swear, I will”

Chapter 110

RICH WAS ALREADY at the coear, his index fingers tapping a fast two-step over the keys I thanked him for the Krispy Kreme he’d parked on a napkin next to my phone

“It was ed out my chair and sat down “Dr Roach called,” Rich continued “Said there were fifty-five ccs of gasoline in Alan Beam’s stomach”

“What’s that? Three ounces? Geez Is she saying he drank gasoline?”

“Yeah Probably directly out of the can Beaht this tias would’ve killed hi it a suicide But look here, Lindsay”

“Whatcha got?” I said

“Come over here and see this”

I walked around our two desks and peered over Conklin’s shoulder There was a Web site on his screen called Crian A spider dropped a line froe, made a web around the blood-red headline over the feature story, then skittered back to its corner of the page I read the headline

Five Fatal Shootings This Week Alone