Page 113 of Death on Riddle Road

I threw my arms around his neck and lied to him one more time.“Maybe.”

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We still havebumps to get over.

Including telling him I was likely on the hook to testify as the old me in a murder case from a cruise I took — a case winding its way through the legal system and ever closer to trial.

Also, whether, what, and when to tell Clara and Ned about my former identity.

Most important was getting over the bump of Teague telling me the secrets of his past.

He had them.For sure.

And I retained the powerful weapon of calling him boopsie-doodle in front of his colleagues if he didn’t come clean.

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