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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE While Kate made the drive from Waynesboro back to Deton, DeMarco made numerous phone calls. The result of those calls was a packed police station back in Deton. More state Police had come to assist and, almost like moths to a growing fire, there were more news vans parked outside the station. Sheriff Barnes had apparently been waiting at the door for them because as soon as they started walking across the parking lot, swarmed by reporters and camera people, Barnes was there He stood in front of Kate and DeMarco like a moving wall, barking orders and mild threats to the reporters. Kate couldn’t help but feel a little charm from the gesture. When they were inside and away from turmoil of the press, Barnes practically collapsed in one of the chairs in the small waiting
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