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My hands curled into fists before I forced my fingers to relax. "There's only one way to find out." I dragged the box over to me and unfastened it.
The stench of blood was strong. The moment I unraveled the ribbons, it hit me straight in the face like a soaked rag that someone was shoving over my nose and into my mouth.
On a bed of velvet, wrapped in plastic, rested a severed hand.
Both of us stared at it, but I was the one who broke the silence, "Who does it belong to?"
My whisper had her tensing. "Victoria must be talking to him."
I stared at her. "You think it's the boy—the Stepanov bully?"
She hugged herself. "I need to call Eoghan."
Nodding, I wrapped up the box again and muttered, "I'll leave you alone for that conversation."
