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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE

Sure enough, someone brings us plates of dinner. I share mine with the rest of the group, knowing that they didn’t have a chance to take a break from this awful prison trailer like I did.

Jasper refuses to let me give him any of his dinner, though, pushing the portion back toward me. His eyes are filled with love, and concern, and a twinge of fear.

The sun goes down. Barrett will want to complete the executions tonight, if possible.

One of the guards opens the door and orders me out. I stand outside in the freezing cold while Barrett saunters up to me wearing a thick fur coat.

“Well, girlie? What did you get for me?”

“I’m close,” I tell him. “Really close. One of the Whismore boys even thinks I have a crush on him.”

“Close,” Barrett repeats. “Does that mean you still don’t know where that grave is?”

I shake my head. “I’m trying, but you know, if you push someone too hard to tell you something, they get suspicious.”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Bar
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