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        Lucian''sfrowndeepened."Followuponthat."

        Meanwhile,inthevisitationroom,Linisanhadbegunmuttering,hergazeunfocused.Hervoicewassoftanderratic,likeshewasnarratingtoghosts.

        "...Hegrewupinthealleybehindmyhouse.Hisdadworkedoutoftown,neveraround.Hismomplayedmahjongdayandnight.Sometimesshe''dtiehimtothetablelegssohewouldn''twander.Oneday,theropemust''vecomeloose...ormaybesomeoneuntiedit.Anyway,heranoff.Hungry,probably.Andthen—boom—rightintothebeefnoodlepotonthecorner.Ipulledhimoutwiththeropehe''dbeentiedwith."

        Shechuckledonce,ashort,breathysoundthatdidn''tmatchthestory''shorror.Thensheliftedherrightsleeveandshowedtheofficerapatchofmottledscartissue.

        "Igotoffeasy.Justthis.Buthim...histracheagotburned.Theysaiditmesseduphisheartandlungstoo.He''sneverbeenabletotalkright.Alwayshoarse.Raspy,likeanoldman."

        Theofficergentlytriedtoguideherback."Didyouseehiminthebreakroomyesterday?"

        Linisan''seyesdartedsideways.Shedidn''tanswer.

        Flippingthroughthenotes,theofficerpressedon,"Whydidn''tyoumentionthatyesterday?"

        Linisan''slipsmoved,butnosoundcameout.

        "Iknowyou''reafraid—afraidwe''llthinkyouhadsomethingtodowithit.Butsofar,there''snoevidenceofacrime.Hidingthetruthonlycastsmoresuspiciononyou."

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