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seventeen Nya told him everything. Covering everything between her getting into Hexam’s car and getting out of it again. She told him what happened, how it made her feel, her impressions of Hexam, and what it was like to look into the eyes of Jamie’s killer and know that she’d done the right thing by taking his life. Archer didn’t interrupt much. He asked the odd question and had a sort of set expression of scowling concern throughout. But she didn’t let that slow her down, she was as clear as she could be about what had gone down. It hadn’t been her intention to ever lie to him, she just wanted to tell him the story in person. “What did Hexam say?” she asked. “After our call when you got in touch with him?” Archer had called her just once since their initial phone conversation. The co
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