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The Truth About Lying
Claire came over.
“We’re out of bread,” she said. “Nearly out of soup. And everyone keeps asking if something happened.”
“Did something happen?” Henry asked.
“That’s what scares me. No one knows.”
A shout broke from the far side of the room.
“I told you I didn’t take it!”
A man in a gray hoodie stood over another man seated at a table.
The seated man had one hand closed around something.
“You always do this,” the man in the hoodie said. “You smile and you steal.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
Vincent was already moving. Henry followed.
The seated man looked thin and exhausted, maybe fifty, though hardship had a way of making age useless. His name tag read MARTIN.
The man in the hoodie was younger. Angry. Scared beneath it.
“What’s missing?” Vincent asked.
“My cash,” the younger man said. “Forty dollars. It was in my coat.”
“I didn’t take it,” Martin said. His voice shook.
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