Snow Bound
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come, the girl pushed open the sliding glass door and stepped through onto the back porch. “Daddy?” Will Innis set the legal pad aside and made room for Devlin to climb into his lap. His daughter was small for eleven, felt like the shell of
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remnants of her last respiratory infection like gravel in her lungs. “Working up a close for my trial in the morning.”
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drugs.” “Like what I take?” “No, your drugs are good. They help you. He was selling, allegedly selling, bad drugs to people.” “Why are they bad?” “Because they make you lose control.” “Why do people take them?” “They like how it makes them feel.” “How does it make them feel?” He kissed her forehead and looked at his watch. “It’s after eight, Devi.