She flinched but didn’t run.
“I need to tell you something. It’s about… these girls.”
Michael frowned, confused and annoyed. “What about them?”
The girl swallowed hard. “They’re not… they’re not here. They live on my street.”
The world froze.
“What did you just say?” he whispered.
She lifted shaking fingers toward the headstones.
“I know these names. I hear a lady calling them. Two girls, they look the same, curly hair, about this tall. They live in a blue house on my block.”
Michael’s heart began pounding so loudly he could hear it in his ears.
“Are you playing some kind of game with me?” he growled.
“No, sir!” Tears filled her eyes. “My mom’s sick. I don’t want money. I swear I’m not lying. I see them all the time.”
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