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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 01:47:32 | PORUKA # 1 |
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Sam gave the slender British transplant a quick hug before she departed. She stayed in the front long enough to rearrange the displays and neaten things up before heading to the kitchen again to see how Becky was doing.Inside, the house felt cold, empty, and stale. She walked through to the kitchen at the back, surveying the living and dining rooms, checking the sign-in sheet that she’d left on the kitchen counter. No one else had logged in. Sometimes her contracting officer, Delbert Crow, checked the houses where she’d worked. Occasionally a Realtor showed a place. But no one had been here.“I’ll pick you up in fifteen minutes,” Beau said, clicking off the call before Sam had a chance to utter another word.
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