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White strolled to the door, paused and looked back at Darcy “Hope that bandaged butt of yours starts feeling better soon, Sugartits”

Out in the hall, Claire fought to stifle her chuckle She lost It bubbled out of her before she could cover her mouth

A hand flung the video roolowered at her from inside the doorway

Oh, crap

She’d survived the psycho in the next roo to kill her She held out his coffee

“Coffee?” Her cheeks ached frooodness

“You need to go home Now”

Hank’s hand pushed against the small of her back as he forced her down the hall

“Hank, just let me talk to him He’ll talk to me, I know it”

The vein in his neck went into overdrive, pulsating like a jackhammer He’d clamped his jan so hard, she worried he’d break a tooth

“No” The single word from Hank came out low and slow

She scrambled for another option to find out why Darcy had killed his own daughter Was there really access to three million dollars out there somewhere on a flash drive? “How about the interview video? Can I watch it? I could point out and si the phone calls he made to me”

Hank opened the door to his glass-encased office and grabbed his e her fro him “No”

“What if—”

“For the last ti in on the interview And no, you can’t watch the video of it Now go home” Hank slammed the door in her face