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The skin on Quinn’s arms started tingling. A dead-man switch, only in this case not one designed to stop a machine from working if the operator died, but to trigger the e-mail that was sent to the P.O. box business in Raleigh upon news of Peter’s death.
How? Quinn didn’t know, nor, for the moment, did it matter. What did was the fact Peter knew he might die, and had a message he wanted to make sure was sent in the event of that happening.
Peter’s words echoed in Quinn’s head.
Quinn knew this was not the way the apartment had looked on Misty’s last visit. He’d seen it himself on the video call Misty and Howard had made to him at the time.
“Shut the door,” he told Misty.
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