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“Sleeping,” he said as PC lathered his hand in dog kisses. “She left very early this morning and returned a little after dawn. Did she mention anything last night about having to go somewhere?” I shook my head. She shouldn’t have been leaving in the middle of the night. I was halfway across the room when my throat tightened and a hiccup hit me like a punch in the chest. My voice broke with an undignified croak at the force of the hiccup. “I—” Another hiccup hit me, cutting off my words. “You okay, Al?” Denneth asked, his brows drawing together. “Yeah, I’l ”— hiccup—“get ”— hiccup—“water.” I grabbed a glass, nearly dropping it as another hiccup shook me. Denneth took the glass from me, and two more hiccups, each worse than the last, hit back to back. A hiccups, each worse than the
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