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Christmas lights. No wreath on the door. It looked less like a home than a house that had given up pretending.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The cold hit us immediately.
Officer Ortiz pulled out a thermometer. “Forty-eight degrees,” he said.
Carla wrote it down.
I showed them the kitchen counter. The note was still there. Officer Ortiz photographed continue reading …
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