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running. Both wore dark jackets. One had the thick neck of an ex-football player; the other was lean and still, watching the library entrance like it mattered.
Dana, still on the phone, said, “Do not leave through the front.”
“How do they know?”
“I filed in county court twenty-two minutes ago. Bell knows.”
Noah had gone very still. “Mom?”
Evelyn forced continue reading …
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