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talking in your kitchen last weekend. About doses and episodes and Adult Protective Services. About needing me to have ‘one bad night.’”
Connie’s eyes widened. “You bugged our house? That’s illegal.”
“My house has a new security camera,” I lied smoothly. “And it picks up more than you think. Enough that if I bring it to an investigator, they’ll have continue reading …
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