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had nothing to say.
Vanessa turned toward the side gate.
Then another car door slammed out front.
A black SUV stopped at the curb.
Vanessa whispered one word.
âMark.â
That was her husbandâs name.
And she said it like a warning.
Not a prayer.
The siren kept screaming.
My phone buzzed again.
Motion clip saved: Front entry.
5:39 p.m.
I looked down.
The thumbnail showed continue reading âŚ
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