Brandon Poured Cold Beer Over Sarah Before He Learned About Her Athletic Past
“The mailing line says the same,” Rachel said.
“Martha’s address was whited out at intake.”
The officer slid a second sheet over.
A green routing number sat in the margin, small and out of place.
“What is that number?” I asked.
“Not ours,” the officer said.
“A state licensing clerk called yesterday about your clinic account.
She left that in the margin of her request.”
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