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CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN Keri sat in the back of the ambulance, numb to everything around her. The EMT was asking her questions but she couldn’t process his words. It was as if she was underwater and he was standing at the edge of the pool. She watched a uniformed officer place crime scene tape around the Collector’s body, which had yet to be moved. A long, thick trail of blood from his head wound had streamed down the parking lot ramp and started to drip into the rain grate at the bottom of the ramp. Her wig and glasses lay on the ground beside him. Her knees both ached but she knew they weren’t shattered as she’d been able, with assistance, to walk up the ramp to the ambulance. Her right jaw hurt from the impact of it slamming against the Collector’s chest when he’d hit the ground. Other than
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