Extract the Confession

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     Although I don't look up, I know he's clicked off the tape, and I already know what he's going to say next.

"You know who did it, don't you?"

     I scribble in a shadow before setting my pen down and meeting his gaze.

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

     I glance at the tape; he has turned it off, just as had I suspected. Good.

"Nicole, who was it?"


"My brother."

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