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Chapter Eighty-one Homicide Detective Cara Ledwig Black sat perched on one of the blue seats in the waiting room, her eyes scanning the fascinating paintings hung on the opposite wall. Her stiffened back was lying against the cold backrest of the seat while her right knee locked atop the other one. Her legs continued swinging at a slow pace, hitting the air with little force. The room wasn't cramped and steamy, just like what she anticipated it to be. It was, in fact, too homelike and peaceful. The seats that were lined up against the wall had comfy materials that would please any visitors who would be unfortunate enough to wait for their time. The paintings were not the only things that could bring pleasure to anyone. There was a coffee table there that sat in the center. Underneath wa
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