CHAPTER THE THIRD THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS Part 1 Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. “You have killed me. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. ” John looked at her sympathetically. ‘Hilary was right.
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