The candlesticks, thecrucifixes, the plaques of the stations of t e cross, t e statuary. Fletcher's obsessed withthe church. They had called the ground search at four A. His gaze hard and steady on her, he took a deep breath and spoke to hisofficer in a tone too even to be believed.
Hannahwatched her go, guilt rising at the way Lily laid her head on Natalie'sshoulder and blubbered a watery, No, no, Mama, her big eyes full ofaccusation as she stared at Hannah. The cop in him remained calm, waiting for facts, reciting the likelyexplanations. He could feel their eyes on him-Hannah's, Mitch Holt's. I'm here on my own time, he said, giving her a little smile.
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