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Flynn reached for her and she wasn’t there. Her side of the bed was cold and he was a detective, so he came immediately awake.
He rolled out of bed, slid his feet into his slippers, and set off into the midnight house. It was November 16, 2002, the time was twelve-forty, the house was cool but not cold, there was no obvious sign of foul play.
Hurrying now, he went downstairs, turning on lights as he passed the switches. By the time he reached the kitchen, he knew that she wasn’t in the house and