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Now, time to get them both back to their big sisters. No matter what.
Pen held out her hands. Sydney worked the knot quickly.
Pen pulled the gag the rest of the way out of her mouth. "Who are you?"
"What?"
"I said, who are you?"
Pen tried to stand. Sydney backed up.
Then they were both in the light.
And Sydney's own eyes widened. "Holy hell. This is crazy!”
“No kidding!”
The girl in front of her shook her head. Straight almost black hair fell around her shoulders and three-quarters down her back. She was just as tall as Sydney's five nine—no, taller. Like five-ten or -eleven.
Just like...
Skinny, though. All arms and legs, too. And a beautiful nerd girl face.
Sydney had seen this face so many times before.
Thisexactface.
The girl was a carbon copy of Penelope Janine Daviess, right down to the style of hair. But this girl’s parted on the right—Pen's was on the left.
This girl in the thin FCU sweatshirt and torn jeans looked exactly like Pen.
Except for two things.
Two things that told Sydney exactly what she needed to know.
There were no blue streaks in this girl's hair at all.
And the eyes...
One eye was as dark as Slater Davis's, just like Pen's.
Just like all the other Daviess children.
But the other eye was a crystal-clear blue. With not even a single dot of visible brown.
“I think a better question is, just who areyou?”
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Murdoch hitthe back of the carriage house, after he pressed his hand against the hood of the bug van. A nice clear Murdoch-hand print right there. If the boys of Major Crimes got there to back his ass up, and he was nowhere to be found, the forensics crew would at least know he had been there. His fingerprints would guarantee it.
The hood was cool. The van hadn't been moved in a while. But there were fresh tracks leading toward the garage that had probably once been a part of the original carriage house structure.
There were multiple sets of tracks in the dirt and practically nonexistent gravel drive. The rain had been just enough to wet the ground's thirst. Make the tracks just a bit stickier.
People had been here. Recently.
He knew he was in serious shit here. Especially if backup didn't arrive soon. For one thing, he didn't have a damned warrant. Or much probable cause.
