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She’s not wet, but the dress, where it’s laying on the ground? It’s damp, so the body was placed here after four.” She eased a hand behind the body. “Dry on the back, and the ground’s pretty dry now. What time was the nine-one-one?”
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Lying, not laying.
Framed in Death (In Death, #61)
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