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“Hey, baby,” I murmured close to her ear. I’d gotten into the habit of greeting her like that because it gave me the chance to breathe in her heady scent. She smelled like a summer fling in a field of wildflowers, and I couldn’t get enough. “How’s your sister?” Camilla Genovese worked for the man who had been killed—that wasn’t news to me—but if she’d been missing, it was never reported to the police. I was curious about what had gone on. “She’s fine. It sounds crazy, but her boss was killed yesterday. She freaked when she found out and ended up riding a train to Jersey without her phone. It was just a mess, but she’s safe now,” Val explained while I riffled through my locker. “That’s crazy! Her boss was killed?” “Yeah, but I don’t know much about it. She never liked the guy.” “Still, that
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