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A look of mock innocence crossed Chris’ face “Oh, we don’t hate you We love to make your life hell There’s a difference”

Claire wanted to smack her head on the desk Or, better yet, his head “So what did she say??

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“Mom took it very well, I think She said so the RV out of Texas and back home to support the sweet baby of the fa speed of forty-five miles per hour, they should be here in about three years” He didn’t even try to hide the grin

His sarcash Tension drained away and her shoulder muscles loosened Maybe all she needed to do to find the phone and flash drive was stop searching for the her car keys A quick cup of java downstairs and the ansould ically burst out of her subconscious It would work It had to

“That’s o downstairs and get some coffee”

“Yeah, about downstairs…” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at the pine floor

Her trouble h her body On edge, she gave her brother the stink eye Chris’ tonefro in front of the restaurant Either way, it was bad news and she’d have to take care of it pronto

“There’s a dude downstairs sniffing around about what happened last night, and even if he is…”

Who in the hell would be digging up dirt? Sure, gossip was the lifeblood of a sirl involved and even the er would wait a few days out of respect for the dead

Maybe it wasn’t soirl could have been a student at Cather College You had to be pretty well-to-do to afford the s for a story that would boost his career to the big leagues

A hot flash seared her skin Maybe it was the Voice of Doom

Panic danced on the edge of her thoughts He’d said he’d call Maybe the bastard had changed his mind? She opened her ainst it What if it wasn’t the killer?

There was only one way to find out Claireher family

The upstairs dining rooreat view of the revitalized don, including a 1940s-era movie theater Usually Claire would slon to adht Not today She didn’t even pause when she whacked her hip on a table Sing a yelp of pain, she quick-stepped down the wide staircase, rubbing her aching hip