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alled Hazelle again. It rang

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, in the Hamptons, t

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rs, a model on each arm. He was already swe

the shoulder. "Why do you always loo

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ing forward, talking intently to a young woman. She was sitting very still, her hands clasped in her lap, her face pale.Something was

, then looked away. Kamren was always collecting strays. A

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cial reports, until he found the one from Johana Neal. He opened the PDF again. In the middle of thi

through her. The silence in the room was louder th

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the house, by the pool, a crowd was gath

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rolled, came through the line

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n incident? What hap

hear muffled shouting, the thump of music abruptly cut. The chaos was leaking through th

e click

e 'Kamren Hubbard' echoing in her m

ana said, her voice a raw w