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Ok, so maybe I wasn’t so honest when I said I was being honest. I would tell Detective Olsen who killed James if I knew, and I didn’t know. But I’d started to have some suspicions. Or at least some inklings. (No, that doesn’t mean I needed a restroom.) Maybe some tickles. (No need for any kind of medical professional, either.) But still nothing solid, and in the meantime I had an ex-boyfriend to interrogate. Tell me you’ve never wanted to be able to do that.
I’d gotten what I needed from my PI thinker’s pose and had just moved out to the hallway when Bran appeared. He looked exhausted, which made me feel a little bad about interrogating him. But not much. It may have been the exhaustion, or maybe just paranoia, that kept us from talking before we reached my car. Probably exhaustion, be
