Deirdre entered the police station on Monday morning before ten-thirty, and she knew instantly that Wyatt wasn’t in the building. How she knew, she didn’t know. But she knew.
Her muscles relaxed, and she hadn’t even realized how tense she’d been. Her fingers unclenched as she went through the metal detector after laying her files on the security belt. Th…
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