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Chapter 7

Pamela halted at the corner when she reached Nell’s street. Even from the end of the block, it was clear that something untoward had happened in the vicinity of Nell’s house. Intense lights—startling and brief as flashbulbs, but alternating red, white, and blue—dazzled from vehicles massed along both curbs.

“Police,” Bettina said in a small voice from the back seat.

“Looks like,” Nell agreed from her spot beside Pamela. Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she whispered, “I left Harold at home.”