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abuse.”
The room spun. “How long?”
“Months at least. Possibly longer.”
William thought back to all the times Marsha had insisted on disciplining Owen privately, all the weekends she’d wanted to send him to Sue’s while he was at conferences.
“I need to see that shed,” William said.
Detective Stark appeared in the doorway with photos. The shed was small, continue reading …
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