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doors. The lobby smelled like eucalyptus and money.
A young woman in a cream-colored blouse sat behind a sleek reception desk, her smile bright and brittle.
“Welcome to Serenity Hills,” she began. “How can I—”
Miller flashed her badge.
“We’re here for Madison Reed,” she said. “This is a federal investigation. That’s a court order. Call whoever you need continue reading …
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