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I pulled the folded scrap of paper from my shirt pocket and held it three inches from his nose. “My daughter wrote these down before they hurt her. Ethan, Brandon, and Tyler.”
The pencil stopped moving. Vance looked at the paper, then at my face, his cheeks losing what little color they had under the hallway fluorescent tubes.
He closed his black notebook with a sharp snap and slid it into his side pocket. “Without witnesses to place them in that courtyard at midnight, there is nothing the police can do.”
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Vance stood up, his leather belt squeaking against his holster as he adjusted his stance to block the doorway.
