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Detective Jameson's eyes roam around
the entrance.
"Do you know why we're here,
ma'am?" He crosses his hands across
his broad chest. His brown eyes narrow
in on me. He's unsmiling, and it makes
me nervous.
I frown. “Not really?”
“Does the name Chelsea Morgan
mean anything to you?” Detective Willis
asks.
