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IVY LEANED AGAINST THE DOOR. “I’ll definitely take the rest of that wine.”
Bennett handed her the glass and furrowed his brow at the jewelry. “I think I should have brought the rest of the bottle. Is all that real?” He waved a hand toward the bed as Ivy nodded.
“We got it from Anna,” Shelly said.
Bennett looked between the sisters. “Wait—who?”
“The doll,” Ivy said. “That’s the name on the trunk. We did surgery on her.”
“I’m not following—oh, I see.” Bennett approached the limp doll and picked it up. “All that was in here?”
Ivy nodded.
“But how did you know to look?”
“We didn’t,” Ivy said. “At least, not until Pixie got into my room and went after the doll. She tore apart poor Anna, and when I was re-stuffing her, I felt something inside.”
“This,” Shelly said, handing the neckl
