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If I were going to kill Seanna Walsh, how would I do it?
It was not a question Patrick had difficulty answering. He'd considered it many times, in fantasy and even in fiction, having written a few characters in whom one might recognize aspects of his son's mother, all of whom met terrible - and terribly satisfying - fictional demises.
But now, as he stood on the corner of Main Street, the question was not how he'd do it, but how Pamela Larsen would. Which was another matter altogether.
First there was the problem of finding Seanna. He doubted Seanna had provided contact information to Pamela.
Oh, and in case you decide to escape prison so we might take tea, I'm currently residing in Grace's building in Cainsville.
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