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“Well, obviously, I’m not going anywhere,” Miranda says, her fake smile replaced with a very real scowl. O’Doul glances at Tabby. She’s got her back to me so I can’t see her expression, but whatever he sees on her face makes him shake his head. “Sorry, Ms. Lawson. We really need to—” “This is my studio. This person Killgaard threatened me, stole from me, is attempting extortion from me. I have a very personal investment in the outcome of this investigation. I’ve assisted in any way I can—” “It’s not about you,” interrupts Tabby, still staring at the whiteboard. She turns her head and looks at Miranda. In profile, her face is lovely. But her expression…let’s just say I’m really glad I’m not on the receiving end of that. “It most certainly is!” protests Miranda, her voice shrill. In co
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