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THIRTY SIX

LAUREL’s POV

The bed on which Jamie had been held captive is empty and all that is left is her lingering scent. My hand goes to the sheets and as my fingers touch the crusted blood, my eyes close for a moment.

Marty.

Why else would he leave without so much as a trace?

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