For a while after his mother left Devon sat on a milk crate and picked at his fingernails, listening to the detective’s questions but pretending as if the words were just passing through his head without transposing any meaning.
“What can you tell me about this young woman, Winter Bell?” asked Larkey. He came around the counter with his little notebook a…
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