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I Believe You Miles

Author: River Audra
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-23 12:39:19
DOM

I was silent for several seconds, trying to process what the hell this woman was telling me.

Not even the sight of her delicious legs under that skirt I told her not to wear could distract me. My entire focus was on her words, the weight of them, the implications.

She was insinuating that her mother had murdered a man.

I swallowed. Carefully. Slowly.

"Is that not how he died?" I asked, keeping my voice even. I needed to be cautious—Miles believed this, but my mind worked differently. I needed facts, evidence—I needed to be sure.

Her eyes locked onto mine, burning like a storm. "That man was as healthy as a horse. He was thirty-seven and constantly bragged about his fat percentage. His death didn’t make sense. But I knew my mother worked at the hospital. She knows how to make things look a certain way."

A sharp, twisting dread curled in my stomach.

"You’re saying she—" I stopped myself. "How do you know it was her?"

"I heard her."

I blinked. "Heard her... what?"

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