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Bracing myself on my forearms, I sagged against the counter and let out a heavy sigh. I straightened and ran my fingers through my hair and my gloved fingers snarled before I could extract them. “It could have been anyone.” I did a quick tally of people who may have hugged me in the last few weeks. “I remember people hugged me during Jeanie's vigil. That's all.” Who would need to know where I was and try to kill me? Hmm. “Well, hopefully that gets rid of everything. All you have to do is figure out who would have access to your purse.” “I've always got it with me, including in my own house.” Chills washed over me. “Why would anyone want to keep track of where I am?” I complained bitterly. His brows came up. “Oh. Right. To shoot me,” I said straight-faced. “Let's keep it to the basics.