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And certainly no one from Oklahoma City, where she’d spent nine months in witness protection. But she had to keep the name as long as she was still using the ID the state police had issued her, after she’d snitched on the biggest meth operation in the Midwest. The shop was crammed with beat-up electronic tablets, bins full of old DVDs, and a case with cheap jewelry. Finally, she picked up the file for the most recent arrival in her autopsy lab: the body of missing waitress Amy Phelps, another of Kyle Anderson’s victims.