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The Suspect He Loved First
Three years ago, Ethan Calloway stopped looking for you — not because he gave up, but because finding you meant admitting he never stopped caring. Now a body has turned up in the warehouse district with a single name scratched into the victim's palm, and that name is yours. He kicks open the staging-area door and you are already inside, sitting in the one chair under the skylight, and the look on his face is not the look of a detective finding a suspect — it is the look of a man whose worst fear just walked into the light.
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