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beside her bed and switched it on.
The closet door stood open.
The garment bags had been unzipped.
She lunged toward the first gown—sliced apart from top to bottom. The second—cut clean through the middle. The third and fourth—completely shredded, hanging in strips of ruined fabric.
Madison collapsed to her knees in shock.
The bedroom door opened.
Frank continue reading …
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