# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

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Daniel stood again.

His grief had become anger.

“Where is Susan now?”

Hale looked at the clock.

“She was supposed to come here this morning.”

The door opened.

A woman stood in the hallway.

She was in her late sixties, with dark blond hair threaded with gray and a wool coat buttoned to her throat.

Daniel stared at her.

“Mom?”

Susan Reed looked at him, then continue reading …