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She came back an hour later. Scar made himself scarce, dwelling on what his enemy had said. He sighed. Night had fallen. By this time she'd have fallen into a fitful sleep, rattled by nightmares. Would she take her sleeping pills tonight he wondered. Where did she go? Why did she leave? How did she leave? Did she climb out the window? That wasn't safe. Did she go out the back? How did she get where she was going? They lived so far from anything or anyone else. Did someone pick her up? Who? Who did she know? Was it...was a man? Did she have someone else? He decided to check on her. He stood, glancing at his gun. Just in case, he told himself, tucking it into his waistline. He went to her room stopping at the entrance. His hand lingered on the knob. She liked her privacy. Should he...
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