Chris managed to locate the bills of lading and traced the crate to Madison, Indiana. The whole crowd was there, because it was Florence Mahrgren’s birthday (wheeee!) and notjust a dreamed-up reason for getting together. Special Agent Bradley Bradford smiled and offered me his hand. He moved away enough to turn in a graceful circle, arms out, showing off the outfit.
I should have been angry, but I was too surprised. What had I done? Nothing yet. I clutched Damian's arm like it was the last piece of wood in the ocean. and she was carrying a white parasol.
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