






"It -- I'm good at puzzles," she said instead. "I guess, I'm just not that put off by death. I should be. I should be afraid of murderers -- not that you are one -- but, I'm just not."


Shay wasn't sure what to say. Was he all right? Upset? Did she have to say something or was her being here enough? She decided against speaking because she had long ago promised herself to keep quiet when she had nothing worth inputting.

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