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Lynn sat on the sofa in the living room of her tenth-floor midtown Manhattan apartment, her hair wet and soaking the neck and shoulders of the sweatshirt after the shower she’d taken to wake herself up. She hadn’t slept and dawn was just a hint of purple on the horizon beyond the East River, but it was coming fast. And with it, Shanna’s postmortem.
She’d been busy all night. After Ryan left, she’d taken her food to go, didn’t answer any more of the locals’ questions except to say she’d do everything in her power to catch the killer as soon as possible, and wolfed down the cold burger and fries on her drive back to the city.
As soon as she arrived, she checked in with the two detectives who had yet to locate Shanna’s friend Kevin, then went straight to her storage locker in a converte
