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167: Key Target
Fenella’s POV
I felt sorry for Alan. After hearing Alan's story about the seven years he had spent with Amy, I became sympathetic and reluctant to hurt Alan any further. Guilt overwhelmed me.
However, what Laird said was true. I had to muster the courage to take action to keep Alan as far away from my life as possible.
One could say I was the center of this mess. Consider me taking responsible action to deal with Alan. Therefore, I didn’t want to stay idle. I would contribute to solving this case as best as I could.
“No.”
Laird flatly rejected my idea. I knew he must have been angry. I was sure he wouldn’t want to give in and follow my crazy idea. We knew what happened when he followed my suggestions—a freaking mess.
"But, Laird. Think about it. How can I gather more in-depth information if I’m not close enough to his circle? I need to dive into it to get all the information we need, whateve
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