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I wanted to go find out where Yurbin lived, to see if he would answer some questions. But first, I wanted to check if I could establish whether he was indeed the one who’d sent the box with the collage in it to Holly. Tom had already told me that this could be a fruitless errand. But sometimes people will talk to a couple of civilian women, when the presence of cops intimidates them. At least, that was the slender theory I was working on.
The short young woman working at Clarkson Shipping wore no name tag. She had glossy red curls and when she tilted her head and smiled at us, she revealed crooked teeth. Her freckled brow furrowed as she tried to answer Marla’s questions. I looked around. Not only had the owner not spent money on surveillance cameras, he hadn’t wasted any dough on dec
