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on the couch, Mr. Brave tucked under her arm.
“Good,” I said. “Because they planned it.”
There was a pause.
“What makes you say that?”
I told her about Taryn’s smile, my mother’s comment, the fake number, Noah’s voicemail.
Detective Blake was quiet for a moment.
Then she said, “Do not delete anything. We’re going to need every message, voicemail, and detail continue reading …
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