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happened, and I freeze, unable to get a

word out. "Please miss, one of them

says, we need to know what happened so

we can help her."

"I found her like this with her

boyfriend. They were shooting.” I point

to the needles on the bedside table,

including the one that I pulled out of her

arm. "He was -." I can't bring myself to

say it. "Ask him. He's downstairs."

“There’s nobody downstairs.”