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Nicole bit back a curse and stood up, rubbing the back of her head where it had connected with the underside of the desk.
“Are you okay?” David asked from across the room.
“Yeah, there wasn’t anything useful in the trash can, although I’ve never seen trash organized that neatly before. Each piece of paper was meticulously folded and stacked at the center of the basket.”
David nodded. “That sounds like the one in the kitchen. There was an apple core in a sandwich bag.”
“Wow, this place is insane.”
“Thank God.” David stopped what he was doing and stared straight ahead, unfocused.
“What is it?” She looked over at David, but he didn’t acknowledge her question immediately. Sensing his attention focused on something internal, she waited quietly for him to finish whatever he was doing.
