But the world didn’t do that. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger.
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