What did you say? My voice seemed hollow, too, as if I had an echo in my head. You'd know the truth, and it would be enough. I looked up into Jean-Claude's midnight blue eyes, and whispered, Richard. I was blushing again, arms crossed over my stomach, leaning against the island, using my hair to try to hide the blush, and failing.
Be my guest, I said. By the time I looked fully at him, I knew my face wasn't friendly. In front of people that were mostly cops. It's okay, Richard, we'll do what we can from here.
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