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Elisabeth told us everything she remembered that night in detail and answered almost all our questions.

“That’s all I remember,” she said, her brows furrowing as though she tried to dig deeper.

“I hope you got every detail of what she said. We’ll be able to use it to our advantage,” I said, my eyes narrowing with intensity.

“Yes, I did,” Scott replied. He raised his chin, his gaze steady. “I have a question.”

I turned my eyes on him, my lips ...