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Chapter 38
Tension hung thick in the air like a heavy fog. The scent of diesel still clung to Jocelyn and Daphne, a lingering reminder of the night’s fiery escapade. It was also very telling that both women hadn’t just woken up from their beds for a midnight cup of water or warm milk. Not that the black jeans and T-shirts with smudges of dirt didn’t already scream it. Jocelyn was still in her seat. Daphne had taken up a position, leaning against the sink. Diane stood in the middle of the room. They had all been too engrossed in their conversation to hear Gabriel approach, but once he had staggered into the room, all their attention had shifted to him. And two out of three were none too friendly. Diane crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze suspicious. Daphne’s lips drew into a tight line, while
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