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Back in the car again, with ugly, boring, grass-bordered road passing by while I ground my brain gears. I retrieved my scratched, backup sunglasses from my glovebox, my good ones having vanished with Addy during the hospital drama.
I was all for investigative epiphanies—hell, who wasn’t? Doug from self-defense class probably thought I had them every day. But as shiny as my most recent one was, did it hold up?
I was certain Pinky Guy was wrapped up in this, and I was certain I’d seen him at the hospital. But I’d also seen him when I was alone at the farmer’s market, which suggested he was interested in me, not Addy. She was just collateral damage. Maybe I should have tracked down the hospital security guard, pressed him on how TPD had been tipped off to Addy. It would have been a wast
