nd a shudder runs through me, though deep down this is not
news to me.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“Quite,” Christian says tightly.
I try and remember Jack in the office. Was he always insane? How did he
think he could get away with this? I mean he was pretty creepy, but this
unhinged?
“I don’t understand why,” I murmur. “It doesn’t make sense to me.”
“I know. The police are digging further, and so is Welch. But we think Detroit
is the connection.”
“Detroit?” I gaze at him, confused.
“Yeah. There’s something there.”
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“I still don’t understand.”
Christian lifts his face and gazes at me, his expression unreadable.
“Ana, I was born in Detroit.”
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