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... felt strangely cold under the scrutiny of the three investigators. Ava, a study in forced composure, sat opposite them. Her hands were clasped so tightly her knuckles were white, and her pale face was a battlefield of fear and calculation. Miles’s gaze was relentless, and Ava knew the polite veneer of their visit was gone. Her mind was facing a crumbling bridges of thought. "They know too much. What did James tell them? If the full truth comes out, the truth about me... I will go to jail. I can ...
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