The birthmark I used to kiss goodnight when she was two years old, before her mother took her and vanished.
“License and registration,” she said, professional and cold.My hands shook as I handed them over. Robert “Ghost” McAllister.
She didn’t recognize the name—Amy had probably changed it. But I recognized everything about her.
The way she stood with her …
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