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Some silence ticked by, and I knew she wanted to bring up the conversation we’d had in my office the moment I unbound her hands. What we were and where we were going—something I’d been thinking about nonstop since she’d said the words. She hadn’t brought up the topic in the days that had passed. But even now, I could see the urge on her face, in the way she was breathing, how her fingers were flicking the ends of her hair. “So, are you prepared for today’s meeting?” I asked, needing a subject change before the subject was even broached. Even though she’d written a report on the Spade case, each day more details came in, and I needed her to know all the information. Knowing Walter personally didn’t give her a pass. If he had a question during today’s meeting, I wanted her to be able to
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