Chapter 51 Helen in the Front Seat

Nobody breathed.

Helen stood beside Ruth near the doors, one hand still wrapped around her sister's thin shoulder. Her face had gone the color of candle wax.

"That is a lie," she said.

"It is not," Calloway said. His voice was a rope pulled to its last thread. "I was there, Mrs. Holt. I carried t...

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