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He studied her eyes for reaction. Why? Why would this happen? I am sure you must be mistaken, Detective Bosch. He had close-cropped gray hair, a mustache that looked like the end of a toothbrush and small, dead eyes that looked out from behind bifocals that squeezed against his pudgy pink temples. In spite of his humorous appearance he was a man who had conducted himself with courage in his younger years while fight-
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