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If you’re going to protect Percey, I want you to protect the chief forensic investigator in the case too.” “You?” the lawyer asked. “No, Amelia Sachs,” Rhyme replied. “Rhyme, no,” she said, frowning. Reckless Amelia Sachs . . . And I’m putting her square in the kill zone.
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