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“Evan Sinclair,” she all but whispered. “Your father is Leonard Sinclair. He killed my mother.”
“It’s a rope,” she said.
Dodger and Midori.
Could he figure out a way to help them get free?
“If all the little raindrops were lemon drops and lollipops,”
“we stay whole. We leave here whole.”
He’d bet the boy was used to being hit.
