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It was a quiet drive. They shared the trait of liking a quiet car, and for many minutes, the only sounds came from the cheerful chirp of the GPS on Becky’s phone.
He was an overly cautious, patient driver, and Becky long decided that he would hate being a passenger in the seat while she drove. When they stopped at a red light, she turned to him.
“It was Rachel on the phone,” Becky said. “She flirted the photographer into showing her the photos, and Kennedy Parker was wearing the necklace.”
“You think Kennedy killed her best friend?” Liam asked.
“I think she was wearing the necklace we found in the store,” Becky said. Liam didn’t take his eyes from the road as the light turned green. Was the doorknob dusted for fingerprints?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t do it personally,” Liam said.
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