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was his lawyer, a young, slick man in a suit that was too shiny.
And then there was Dr. Reed. He wasn’t pacing. He was sitting on the hard wooden bench, completely still, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white. He kept dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief, his eyes darting toward the door every few seconds.
Ryan stopped pacing and continue reading …
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