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The plan was falling apart. I needed him to confess, needed him to say it clearly while the recording was running.
“Because I know,” I said, abandoning the act. “I know about the pills. I know what you did.”
Terrence’s face went white, then red. “You’re bluffing. You don’t know anything.”
“I know you switched her heart medication for stimulants. I know continue reading …
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