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Six “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING about?” I say incredulously. “Anna attacked you? Why did she attack you?” “I don’t know, Father Tom,” Nate says frantically. “I swear, if I did, I’d tell you.” He paces back and forth, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been trying to think while running here from my apartment.” The mention of his apartment causes something to click in my mind. “Wait a minute, Nate,” I say. “This happened at your apartment.” “No,” he says, shaking his head quickly. “On the sidewalk in front of my apartment. I was coming home from Gladys’, and I’d just parked my car. I saw a police car, and Officer Hallstead talking to Anna. I wasn’t sure what was going on—I thought maybe Anna had been mugged, though why she was in my neighborhood at night, I have no idea—so I hurried
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