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Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Besides, this is an affair which no one but myself can settle. It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage.
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