Thompson stared at the house. “It’s lucky Elliott was with you all day. This matches Presley’s disappearance.” “What? How?” “The child’s drawings. Same thing all over Presley’s bedroom walls. We kept that quiet while we did our investigating. We told Presley’s parents to keep it confidential, too.” “In blood?” Thompson nodded. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes.
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