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Ray Reed sat at his desk with a cup of black coffee and Ace curled up on the floor beside him. Getting into the office early gave him a head start on the day.
He pressed the power button and the phone flashed to life, a picture of Chrissy with pink bows in her hair sitting on a polished wood floor with the current time and date at the top. The account was still active. Ray scrolled through Gary’s messages, including a message from his cell phone carrier reminding him of the monthly bill.
The last message Gary Martin ever sent was to someone named “Kitty.” He scrolled down to see the conversation thread.
GM: Come over and we can talk about it.
Kitty: And if I do?
GM: We can work something out.
Kitty: OK
The date and time of the text indicated that he died the same evening. Gary
