As Addison stepped onto the sidewalk, Drew, head hung out the window, called to her.
“Hey, if you’re off to chase down dead politicians, I’m going to commit you to a mental health facility!”
Addison looked up and waved with her middle finger.
The truth was, at this particular moment, she wasn’t so sure that wasn’t where she belonged.
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