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moved through the trees, dry leaves skittering across the driveway.
Behind us, the front door opened.
Nadine stepped out, smiling.
“Delphine,” she called. “There you are. We need to discuss what Dr. Hendricks found.”
Quincy’s fingers brushed mine, quick and desperate.
And I realized he had not been waiting for me.
He had been warning me.
### Part 4
I did not continue reading …
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