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camera from a chair inside, Eli sleeping against my chest beneath a pale-blue blanket. Mark dragged two suitcases up the path. Diane carried glossy bags and wore a sunhat wide enough to shade her contempt.
Mark tried his key.
The lock flashed red.
He knocked, smiling. “Claire? Open up.”
I opened the door only after Detective Ramos stepped from an unmarked continue reading …
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