Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“Any incidents before tonight?”
“He’s grabbed my arm before.
That’s not the same thing.” Claire’s voice climbed.
“Sorry.
I’m sorry, I know I’m not making sense.”
Evelyn tapped her yellow highlighter twice on the desk ledger.
“You can say what you like in this room.
Take your time.”
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