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But he wasn’t s In fact, his eyes were dark and deadly serious, alet a read on what that e of anxiety, she did her best to keep breathing so she wouldn’t pass out while they filed into the room

“Ms Kent,” Detective Kushner barked “Do you know this woman?”

She looked from him, to the well-dressed, auburn-haired wo word,” echoed in her head Except when her eyes ave her a brief nod as if to say it was okay to answer

Looking back at the lady, she studied her features carefully, noting a sad tinge of grief clouding her aura “I don’t recall ever otten”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, dear” The lady turned back to the detective “I told you it’s not her They look alike, but the woman who performed my séance was much older”

The words sank in, and the resulting flash of heat left Roxanna sick to her stomach

Her ether before?

Because I never expected to hear froain

Well, wasn’t this just the shittiest way to reconnect? Loyal’s sympathetic expression told her he’d come to the same conclusion Her heart warmed with a tiny spark of hope, but she squashed it down

“I don’t do séances,” she said quietly

“I told you,” Loyal said

“Zip it, or you’re out of here” The detective shot hilare, then turned back to Roxanna “Did you cash her check for twelve-hundred dollars?”

Another wave of nausea hit, and she felt herself blanch as her gaze bounced froht blue eyes All she could do was be honest “What’s your name?”

“Martha Rowen”

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