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w of the unmarked police car. We had driven this route a thousand times, Damien and I, on our way to dinner pa

rved from the driver's seat, his eyes bri

"When you know you're in the right

building that hums with quiet, old money. The doorman, in his crisp unifo

weatshirt over her head, a pathetic attempt to hide, but it was too late. Passe

but composed, and Candace's, which was ashen and blotchy with fear. She was living my life, in a buildin

heavy, dark wood double door stood before us, a mo

ller said, his voice lea

he key into the lock. A uniformed female officer

m of minimalist luxury, filled with designer furniture I recognized because I had bookmarked the same piece

d, his voice pulling

rs. I moved with a strange sense of ownership, a ghost reclaiming her territory. Candace made a choked s

followed, their presence turning this from

had in his office. My eyes scanned the built-in bookshelves. I ignored the drawer

leather-bound volume.

ers watched, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and disbe

a bed of black velvet,

from the officers behind me. My pre

knees buckled, and if the officer hadn't

epared an evidence bag. He looked at the box, then at me. His

for his cufflinks. Now it held the proof of his betrayal. A sharp, u

y hand steady. "

e. In front of everyone, I f

ed open with

lighting, was my ring. The cushion-cu

ention. Tucked beneath it, almost hidden, was a