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Everywhere she looked, lights were flashing.
Red and blue, as dozens of police cars swarmed around the jagged cliff edge. Brilliant white, as reporters followed in their wake like ravenous sharks, and snapped photo after photo of Jack Delaney’s lifeless body being airlifted beneath a noisy helicopter. Close-ups of Conor, Lissa, and herself as they were carefully ushered from another swaying rescue basket into a waiting ambulance. Streetlights zipping by with reckless speed as the shrieking vehicle headed for the nearest hospital at top speed.
“It’s all out now.” Kiera sighed, and wearily leaned her head against Conor’s broad shoulder. “After all the care we took to keep things quiet, we’re going to be the top headlines now for God knows how long.”
“Until the next celebrity scandal c
