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Chapter 17: Names You Don’t Say Out Loud

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The lab was called Meridian Diagnostics.

I found it on the second search, buried beneath the larger referral networks. Independent. Private. No institutional affiliations listed on their website. A contact form and a postal address in the city and a line at the bottom of the page that said all submissions were handled under strict confidentiality.

I didn't use the contact form.

I found the name of the lead analyst instead. A woman. Dr. Reeves. She had published three papers in the last four y
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  • The Bride They Buried Alive    Chapter 24: A Witness

    Chapter 24Victor left for the board meeting on Tuesday at eight.I was in the dining room when he came down with his overnight bag. He set it by the front door, kissed my cheek... the same practiced warmth as always... and told me Mrs. Hale had instructions for the week. He said it the way someone says it when they have already accounted for every variable. Then he was gone.The car disappeared through the gates.I stood at the dining room window and watched the cameras track it and then stop.Damien appeared in the doorway behind me ten minutes later. He was dressed... properly, not the way he sometimes was in the mornings, still moving slowly from a bad night. He had his phone in his hand and he was reading something on it as he crossed the room toward me."He'll be back Thursday evening at the earliest," Damien said. "Friday if the second session runs.""You know his schedule.""I know his contact at the firm. The meeting was extended yesterday. Two extra agenda items."I looked a

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    I didn't go straight back to my room. I went to the kitchen instead. Made tea I didn't want and stood at the window with the cup warming my hands and looked at the grounds the way I'd been looking at them for three weeks. The hedge line. The cameras. The east wing. He had the address before I gave it to him. I kept coming back to that. Not because it changed what I'd done... the sample was already at the pharmacy, Dr. Reeves already had it. But it changed something. I had thought I was building something independent... a route that was mine, that no one had touched before I built it. He could have found it himself. Or someone told him. I put the cup down. The gardener came around the far corner of the hedge and started his route again. Victor appeared at the kitchen doorway at half past ten. He didn't come all the way in. He stood at the frame the way Damien sometimes stood at frames... present but not committing. The difference was that when Damien did it, it felt like s

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