Michelle’s eyes widened. Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your son. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. She winked at him as he shut the door. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. Beneath that tree let us lie. I’m leaving you, and you can’t stop me. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace.
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