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No, it couldn’t be him. At first, Amanda couldn’t process the image across the street.
Crone was alive. Naomi lied.
This is crazy!
She didn’t need to read any further. It wasn’t USA Today; it was UseToday. One letter had been changed. The web articles were fake.
Omg omg
Who was Naomi? The second question put a lump in her throat: Who was the man Amanda had murdered last night?
“No, little lady,” said Donnelly. “When the paramedics took away the vic, he still had a pulse. This guy ain’t dead. If he makes it, he can just tell us what happened.”
WTF
Scott closed his eyes, pushed himself off the ledge, and felt the wind in his hair one last time.
He didn’t omg !!!
It all happened as if in slow motion. Her right hand reaching for him. Her footsteps on the wooden floor. Almost there. Leaning forward.
His brown eyes were gone. In their place, a pair of dead blue eyes stared through the gate at her. Ruth’s lips began to tremble, then her body followed, and a scream that began in her stomach erupted through her chest as she pointed at him and yelled… “It’s you! It’s you!”
Omggggg
“You’re going back to the hospital, Ruth. You’re going to be okay. They’ll take good care of you. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to come by and visit…”
I want you to know that before Crone died, he admitted to killing your little girl. I thought you deserved that closure.
Whoaaaaa
