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while two men checked Ethan’s pulse and pupils. One of them, a calm, gray haired man named Ron, frowned at his monitor. Has he taken anything tonight, he asked.
No, Grace said.
He had wine, Vanessa said at the same moment.
Grace looked at her. Ethan doesn’t drink wine.
Maybe you don’t know him as well as you think, Vanessa said gently, the words aimed continue reading …
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