I had my ass thrown in a holding cell more times than I can count for sticking my nose where it didn’t belong. I became obsessed with finding out what happened to her. The men whose jobs I was interfering with didn’t appreciate that too much, but I wanted answers. It was stupid to think I could figure out what no one else had been able to, including the FBI, but I couldn’t let it go. Eventually, I approached Saylor’s mom. That was akin to having my knees taken out with a sledgehammer. It knocked me on my ass to see how alike they were. I never expected it, but we grew close. And then I lost
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