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Chapter 7

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Leilani sat stiffly, her spine ramrod straight in the French Bergere chair, her eyes darting almost nervously around the warm interior of the cul-de-sac inn.

She had expected a seedy motel, one with a painful neon sign, a broken shower, and a door that you might have to brace with a chair to feel safe, perhaps maybe or two, one a few miles from the penitentiary where the warden had taken inm........

But this, the Thistle Inn was the direct opposite. It was a restored Victorian pain
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