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John Taylor, the PI with a knack for locating issues, will get a trip from Walker-the robust, never-to-be-trusted agent who runs the Nightside on behalf of The experts. He tells John he's loss of life, and desires to provide him a huge task: His....
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Funny how it was so obvious, that a woman he'd only just met had read it on his face, in a single phrase, a single gesture, but he'd never once considered it himself. Did Avery notice before today? Owen wondered. Have clients? In that moment of self-reflection, he realized his head had been drooped, his chin almost touching his chest, his mouth downturned on one side like a man with Bell's palsy, but in a way that seemed to feel natural. He straightened immediately, forcing his mouth into a tight smile.
He's here. Zip. To an outsider, it must have seemed like gibberish, but to Owen—who knew what his sister had meant by "zip," and who also now had a strong suspicion who he was, though the terrifying incident in the bath must surely have been a hallucination brought on by hypoxia—they filled him with a sudden and overwhelming certainty. Lori hadn't gone into Chapel Lake by choice the night she died, he understood that now. Somehow this man, whoever he was, had drawn her to the water. Though he might never know for certain, Owen felt the truth of it like a chill in his bones.
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