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The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

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it because she needed me running in the right direction.

Like a dog.

I looked at the sticky note again. Trust Malcolm.

God, I hated that Jolene was usually right.

The Safe House Wasn’t Safe

Milford was gray that afternoon. Wet streets. Low sky. A Dunkin’ cup rolling in the gutter like it had somewhere to be.

The address Malcolm gave me was a blue Cape Cod continue reading …

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