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“You should listen to your daughter, Helen,” Douglas said, blocking my path to the handle.

“Step aside, Douglas,” I said, pausing between the words.

Douglas laughed, a short, dry sound that had no humor in it. He leaned closer, his breath smelling of the onions from his lunch.

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