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Chris shouldered past D.J. to stand with his mouth hanging open in the immaculate hallway. He turned to where D.J. hovered just inside the doorway, her gaze focused up the stairs, a scowl marring her features. Chris followed her gaze: nothing but the stairs. |
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"What are you looking at?" he asked |
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D.J. blinked. "No one. I mean, nothing. IahI thought you said the place was a mess." |
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"It was. I didn't think the police would put everything back together when they were done." |
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"Hardly, McCall." D.J. gave a short laugh. "Do you have a cleaning lady?" |
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"No." He turned around in a slow circle, taking |
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