Hattie lay panting. “It was phony, Rayford. All of it.” “Amanda?” She nodded and tried to sit up but needed Rayford’s help. “The e-mails were bogus, Rayford. I was trained to do it. I saw it all.”
So, Amanda was good, actually, and just as boring as she seemed. She stuck around for a single book, standing in the corner, then died in a plane crash.
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