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“You know?” Edie gasped. Her gaze was locked on Frannie, wondering if the woman was waiting for confirmation so she could turn Edie in or if she was on Edie’s side.
Frannie snorted. “Of course I know. Who do you think was the first one to wear that mask you keep in your handbag?”
“You?” Edie’s breathed word was definitely one of shock. It was also one of respect and admiration.
“I assumed you knew, but I guess not. I spent my twenties as an exotic dancer. On my way home one night, I witnessed a murder, which I’ve told you. Marcus was one of the officers who investigated the murder. That was how we met. But I went after the man who killed the woman.”
“You what?” Edie asked.
“It’s a long story, but I was lucky. He was going to kill me, and he would have if it weren’t for Marcus. I k
