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English stared at Caitlyn as the news sank in. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d delivered death notices to families in the past, but none of them, not even the first one he did, was as hard as telling Caitlyn her best friend was dead.
“No,” Caitlyn breathed. “You’re wrong.”
“They found her car this morning. She was in the backseat.”
“No. No. You’re lying!”
English knew the news would be hard for Caitlyn to hear. It was hard for everyone. Hope was dangerous, and while he wanted Caitlyn to have it, when he blew that hope up, it was worse than not having it in the first place.
“Caitlyn—”
“No.” She held up her hand to stop his approach. “It’s not her. She always wore a silver necklace with a blue crystal pendant. Was it on her?”
“I don’t know, but the Canadian Provincial Pol
