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A girl could drown in those slate-blue eyes Part of her wanted to She shrugged off the wish, brought her attention back to the matter at hand

“She didn’t interact very much with the people around her Whenever I checked on her table, she was either texting or talking on her phone”

“Phone?” Worry lines carved their way across his forehead He shuffled through his papers on the bar “There’s nothing in the initial incident report about a cellphone being recovered Sheriff Layton neverKendall’s phone to her parents” He scooted his stool closer to her “What happened to the phone?”

Claire straightened up so fast she almost fell off the stool Her h her

Phone

Flash drive

What tiht? She darted a furtive glance at the clock behind the bar

Twelve-fifteen

She’d ht in her throat The roorew hotter

Automatically, she patted her dress pocket for her phone, but it wasn’t there She’d left it in her office

She’dto happen now? He’d call back, right? He wouldn’t go straight in for the kill

“What’s wrong?”

Panic flooded through her body unabated Her skin itched as if ants were doing the conga down her spine If anything happened to her faive herself

She had to get out of here, but couldn’t bolt for the door

She forced herself to concentrate on the bar, wiping at an i rong The killer had warned not to tell anyone about his call But how to leave without causing suspicion?