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Chapter 27. What Comes After

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The legal process began the following Monday.

Walsh arrived at nine with two colleagues and a recording device and spent four hours in the study with Damian and Dr. Moore and the full contents of both USB drives.

Mara gave her statement in the afternoon.

Three hours.

Everything from the clinic corridor to the locked room to the Tuesday morning she walked out.

She spoke without notes.

Without prompting.

The account of someone who had rehearsed it many times in the privacy of their o
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