I expect her to stay silent, but the closer the train gets, as loud as it is, the more moot the point becomes.
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“ . . . that's probably what happened to Jaimie, right?”
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone, Joan! I have NOT been hauled into police headquarters and questioned about any involvement of anything untoward having happened to poor Jaimie, so I’m obviously not a suspect! Heck, she hasn’t even been reported missing by anyone. She’s probably run off with her movie-watching buddy, or the Amazon delivery man, or a marriage counselor, or a moose doctor, or a snow engineer, or a Molson’s salesman, or a judge at restraining order court, or a maple syrup engineer, or a Mountie, or a divorce lawyer, or a ski waxer, or a hockey game announcer, or a winter coat manufacturer, or a tree surgeon, or a coffee grower, or any of dozens of other prospects. A Canadian woman doesn’t show up around here and you think I had something to do with it. Grrrrrrr.
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