IX.I Powderkeg
Time moves forward...

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"Wait for me."

Heather fought off the manic urge to crush her phone into tiny little pieces as her trembling finger all but smashed the 'end call' button on her screen. She knew that Liz would do everything in her power to help her. Just from her blonde friend's initial reaction from her opening question already proved that the detective was as motivated as she was in getting th
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