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"You sure about that?" Jameson leans
forward, a menacing smirk on his face.
He holds my gaze.
I'm confused. "Why on earth would
I lie?"
"I'm asking myself the same thing,"
Jameson’s smug face irks me.
"You think I had something to do
with Chelsea's disappearance?" My eyes
widen. "That is absurd."
