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Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve A sharp noise breaks through my terrible headache and I contemplate hexing my phone instead of picking up. Why is someone calling me at this time in the morning? Do they have a death wish? Yikes. I reach for my phone and tap the green button on the screen. “H’llo?” I mutter. “Morning, Sunshine,” Ambrose chirps. “How’s the hangover?” “Killing me,” I admit. “I want to rip out my stomach so I can rinse out all the alcohol.” “A little violent, but okay. Are you feeling well enough to come in today? While you girls were out drinking, Dean and I found a lead.” That perks me up. “Really?” “Yes. Stacey is running some more tests as well. She said something you talked about last night gave her the idea.” I rack my brain but most of the night is blurry. There was a lot of a
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