I tried to push the thought away, but Jonah Cooper's body flashed in my head. Nathaniel ran for him. Can I do that without screwing the crime scene up? He looked at me, and there was something in his face that said, clearly, he was not happy to have me here. Draw yourself to the center of your body.
I was not so specific with our Richard. I'd been more tired than I'd known to miss it last night. Surely, to God, I could have handled Jessica Arnet and her questions without hiding behind a murder. I couldn't think past it.
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