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“Ellie?” the detective prompts.

“I saw Levi Jackson a couple of days ago,” I admit.

“He came to the door,” Mom said. “He and the sister. I sent them both away.” She reaches for my hand and squeezes it. “We’re starting fresh.”

“I saw him after that.” I lift my gaze to the detective’s and avoid my mother’s. “He was at Brew Cats, and I talked to him.”

“What?” She drops my hand