Brooke glanced at the shore—the red, blue and yellow emergency lights flashing—and pictured the way her mother’s body looked as it was covered and carried through a similar scene. She forced the memory to the recesses of her mind, but she’d broken her concentration just long enough to lose her balance and felt herself falling.
Gilly stepped beside her, catching her just in time.
“Oh, holy shit, what is that?” the bald deputy asked as he pointed under the seat Brooke had just vacated.
Brooke followed his gaze. “That’s my leg.”
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