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“Oh.” My laugh borders on hysterical. “Well, the other guy definitely fits the angry slot.” “What other guy?” “I saw this man spying on me from behind a tree in the backyard. He looked really pissed off. He bared his teeth at me and everything. But he didn’t leave any footprints in the mud, and now I’m thinking the only people who don’t leave footprints in mud are people who don’t have bodies.” I cannot f*****g believe I just said that. Blinking like an owl, Fiona repeats slowly, “Bared his teeth.” “Yeah. He freaked me out. Though I couldn’t really see much of his face, just that weird grimace. He was tall and gaunt and had a trench coat and a hat on, pulled low over his eyes.” I gasp, sitting up straighter in my chair. “Oh, God! Do you think he might have hurt the little boy? Like m
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