Robert,” I said, not turning around from the sink.
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“They told me what Dr. Sullivan did,” he said, taking two steps forward until his boots clicked on the linoleum near the stove. “She is going to the sheriff, Martha. She is going to tell them Chloe took those records.”
“Chloe did take them,” I said.
“She is thirty,” Robert said, his continue reading …
