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“It was her,” he yells.
"Settle down," I say, my patience is
wearing thin. "I'm going to go take a look
next door. In the meantime, you'll wait in
the car."
“Am I under arrest?”
"Depends on what I find, and if the
Finley’s want to lay a charge or not." I
look at the couple.
