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... ing, heard nothing—" Burgess asks.
"Detective," I say, with exaggerated politeness, "as you’re well aware yourself, I was unconscious for most of the proceedings."
Burgess is sitting very close to me. Each question she’s asked has been rapid-fire, demanding, pressing. And I’ve given her nothing.
She taps out a staccato beat on my nightstand with her fingernail. "I’ll pull your husband in for questioning."
"You can try. But he’ll have our lawyer with him. I could h ...
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