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... ned that the police would find these things. She was now very anxious, her fingers unconsciously tightening inside her sleeve.
Her knuckles were slightly white from the excessive force.
No.
She couldn’t panic now.
She couldn’t admit it.
And she couldn’t let the police see any flaws in her act.
Sylvia pretended to know nothing and looked up at Maureen Fitzell, “This isn’t mine.”
Upon hearing this, Maureen frowned slightly.
If it didn ...
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