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Sheriff Thomas Shepherd stood at the edge of the police tape, his breath forming clouds in the night air as he surveyed the scene for the dozenth time. A concern about someone watching her, perhaps, or a strange encounter with a person who'd later become her killer? She'd been preparing arguments, ready to defend her right to investigate, to insist that her unique perspective might reveal something the police missed. Finally, the realization that he couldn't move his arms or legs.