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“Dead?”
I leaned forward and raised my arms, trying to shield myself from I don’t know what. “Jeanette, I’m so sorry. What can I do?”
“It’s just me and Bran here now. I was hoping you could pick up Dana at work in Boston and bring her here.”
I took out a score sheet and wrote down where Dana worked. The shopping center was familiar, but not her particular jewelry store.
“Anything else?”
“You, of course. I’d really like you to be here, if you can stay.”
“I’ll stay for as long as you need me, Jeanette.”
“I’m afraid … The police aren’t saying much, at least not to my face. But they seem to think he was murdered.”
“Murdered?” I don’t know why, but I had assumed it was an accident, or some weird medical issue. You don’t expect someone you just saw twelve hours ago to be murdered.
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