She went to her dresser andfingered the few items she had unpacked and set on top of it. Not the warm smile of pride and affection; the brittlesmile at a bad joke. Located at the southeast edge of DeerLake, it was half a mile off the interstate highway. I wasn't paying that muchattention.
Hecould picture her too easilysmall and alone, too serious, trying not todraw any attention to herself, a little girl with big green eyes andlong dark hair, trailing after her father the cop. Hegrunted in pain, but only leaned into her harder. Her jaw was set at astubborn angle, her brows pulled tight and low over her jewel-greeneyes. He told the agent on duty he was going outto drive around, looking for Josh.
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