Memories of the last call she had taken in thisroom rushed through her, pebbling her skin and filming it withperspiration. How's it going? Fine. But he didn't let her go. The mob lunged at her withmicrophones, hand-held tape recorders, cameras.
Paul sold his van to Olie, tried to conceal that fact even before Oliewas officially considered a suspect. He stoodclose behind her, bent his head down close to hers, close enough that hecould catch just the faintest hint of perfume on her skin. He wheeledon Megan without warning, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pinned herup against the Plexiglas that rose above the hockey boards. She had nothing of hermother's.
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