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AS SOON AS she heard Lia her to meet him at a particular city jail on a particular street, Gabrielle packed up for the day and ran for her car In pencil-thin two-inch heels She dialed his nuht to voice mail

Luckily she didn’t trip and kill herself

By the time she was buckled in, she had Marie up on the Bluetooth in her car—an inexpensive after-factory model that her brother had installed for her when she and Marie had driven to New Mexico to see her family two years before “Are you with Liaosh, Gabi, I just saw the news and”

“It’s all over the ne?”

“Of course it is! Based on the footage I’ at there were at least thirty members of the press there when they took him away”

Wait What? Maybe she should have listened to Liaes She’d been too i her to choose whether to save or delete His first ht Walter had been arrested again

“Who took ay?”

“Liaht outside of Connelly Investments! Elliott was, too! The news says that Walter Connelly had the!”

“You’ve got to be kidding” Gabrielle wanted to cry To scream To rant at a mean and vindictive sixty-year-old man

She wanted to be surprised

But she wasn’t

More than anything she wanted the man she loved out of jail Immediately

Loved She hadn’t just thought that Or rather, she had, but loved like Marie loved him

“I can’t believe he went down there,” she said now, pushing aside her personal feelings as she focused on the case That was all that mattered at the moment

The case Who was guilty and whoframed