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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Chloe felt the day blaze by her in the same way time seems to pass ridiculously fast in the moments following a car accident or some other traumatic event. She felt like the day was pushing her hard toward something that was going to crash down on her. She kept thinking of Martin and Steven fighting—and of that sharp little smile on Danielle’s face as it had happened. She had elected not to call Danielle. Not yet. She wanted to have that stray hair analyzed and studied, wanted to make sure all bases were covered before she contacted Danielle. She knew nothing could be done in a concrete manner without getting a DNA sample from Danielle, but she also knew there could soon be enough reason to arrest Danielle and then collect the sample. Still, as she waited in the lab for
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