PART 11: THE LETTER JARED NEVER EXPECTED ME TO READ<\/p>\n
No one moved.<\/p>\n
The sealed envelope lay in my hands like it weighed a hundred pounds.<\/p>\n
Across the front, in Jared’s unmistakable handwriting, were six chilling words.<\/p>\n
**OPEN ONLY IF SHELBY SURVIVES.**<\/p>\n
Emily stared at it.<\/p>\n
“How old is that?”<\/p>\n
Arthur adjusted his glasses.<\/p>\n
“The envelope was filed with Jared’s divorce documents.”<\/p>\n
“Six weeks before your miscarriage.”<\/p>\n
Olivia whispered, “He actually planned for you to survive.”<\/p>\n
I slowly ran my thumb across the seal.<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“He planned for every possibility.”<\/p>\n
If I died…<\/p>\n
The letter would never matter.<\/p>\n
If I lived…<\/p>\n
Someone intended for me to read it.<\/p>\n
Only after everything was over.<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled as I broke the seal.<\/p>\n
Inside was a single folded sheet.<\/p>\n
Nothing more.<\/p>\n
No legal language.<\/p>\n
No company letterhead.<\/p>\n
Just Jared’s handwriting.<\/p>\n
I began reading aloud.<\/p>\n
*”Shelby,”*<\/p>\n
*”If you’re reading this, then the surgery was successful and you’re still alive.”*<\/p>\n
The room fell completely silent.<\/p>\n
*”By now you’ll hate me.”*<\/p>\n
*”You should.”*<\/p>\n
*”But you’ll never understand why I had to make these choices.”*<\/p>\n
I felt my heartbeat quicken.<\/p>\n
*”This was never about another woman.”*<\/p>\n
Emily looked at me.<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
I continued reading.<\/p>\n
*”Courtney believes I love her.”*<\/p>\n
*”She is mistaken.”*<\/p>\n
*”She is useful.”*<\/p>\n
Olivia slowly closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Poor Courtney.<\/p>\n
She truly believed she had won.<\/p>\n
She had never been anything more than a pawn.<\/p>\n
I read the next paragraph.<\/p>\n
*”One day you’ll discover that everything I did was connected to something that happened before we ever met.”*<\/p>\n
Arthur frowned.<\/p>\n
“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
*”If you find the Black Ledger…”*<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
“The what?”<\/p>\n
Arthur immediately looked up.<\/p>\n
“The Black Ledger?”<\/p>\n
Margaret frowned.<\/p>\n
“You’ve heard of it?”<\/p>\n
Arthur hesitated.<\/p>\n
“Only once.”<\/p>\n
“Years ago.”<\/p>\n
“What is it?”<\/p>\n
“I thought it was a rumor.”<\/p>\n
I looked back at the letter.<\/p>\n
*”If you ever find the Black Ledger…”*<\/p>\n
*”…don’t let anyone convince you to give it to the police.”*<\/p>\n
Emily blinked.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
*”Don’t give it to the hospital.”*<\/p>\n
*”Don’t give it to my lawyers.”*<\/p>\n
*”Don’t even trust the courts until you’ve read every page.”*<\/p>\n
The room had become so quiet that I could hear the heart monitor beside my bed.<\/p>\n
I turned the page over.<\/p>\n
One final paragraph remained.<\/p>\n
*”The man responsible for destroying your life…”*<\/p>\n
My voice caught.<\/p>\n
“…*”isn’t me.”*<\/p>\n
No one breathed.<\/p>\n
*”I simply became the man he needed.”*<\/p>\n
Signed…<\/p>\n
**Jared.**<\/p>\n
I lowered the letter.<\/p>\n
My hands were ice cold.<\/p>\n
Emily was the first to speak.<\/p>\n
“He’s lying.”<\/p>\n
Margaret nodded.<\/p>\n
“Obviously.”<\/p>\n
Arthur didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, he walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Finally he spoke.<\/p>\n
“I don’t think he is.”<\/p>\n
We all stared at him.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
Arthur turned around slowly.<\/p>\n
“I think Jared committed terrible crimes.”<\/p>\n
“I think he manipulated doctors.”<\/p>\n
“I think he forged documents.”<\/p>\n
“I think he destroyed evidence.”<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
“But…”<\/p>\n
“…that letter wasn’t written by a man trying to save himself.”<\/p>\n
“It was written by someone expecting to lose everything.”<\/p>\n
Olivia looked confused.<\/p>\n
“Then why commit the crimes at all?”<\/p>\n
Arthur looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
“Because he believed someone else was more dangerous.”<\/p>\n
Before anyone could respond, Margaret’s phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
She answered immediately.<\/p>\n
Within seconds, the color drained from her face.<\/p>\n
“What happened?” Emily asked.<\/p>\n
Margaret lowered the phone.<\/p>\n
“The State Department of Health.”<\/p>\n
“The audit archive?”<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
“It burned down.”<\/p>\n
Arthur’s eyes widened.<\/p>\n
“Burned?”<\/p>\n
“They’re calling it an electrical fire.”<\/p>\n
Emily whispered, “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n
Margaret swallowed.<\/p>\n
“It started thirty-seven minutes ago.”<\/p>\n
Thirty-seven minutes.<\/p>\n
I looked at the wall clock.<\/p>\n
Exactly seven minutes after Jared had walked out of my room.<\/p>\n
No one needed to say it.<\/p>\n
We were all thinking the same thing.<\/p>\n
Someone was erasing evidence.<\/p>\n
Fast.<\/p>\n
Professional.<\/p>\n
Without leaving witnesses.<\/p>\n
Just then Olivia’s phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
She looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
Then she went completely pale.<\/p>\n
“My God…”<\/p>\n
“What is it?” I asked.<\/p>\n
She slowly turned the phone toward us.<\/p>\n
It was a hospital-wide emergency alert.<\/p>\n
**DR. MARTIN ELLISON WAS FOUND DEAD IN HIS OFFICE AT 2:14 P.M.**<\/p>\n
**APPARENT CAUSE: SUICIDE.**<\/p>\n
Arthur immediately shook his head.<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Emily whispered, “You don’t believe it?”<\/p>\n
Arthur’s expression turned grim.<\/p>\n
“I’ve defended doctors for thirty-five years.”<\/p>\n
“Men about to confess don’t usually schedule meetings with state investigators.”<\/p>\n
Olivia looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
“He had a meeting?”<\/p>\n
Arthur nodded.<\/p>\n
“Tomorrow morning.”<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
“The investigator…”<\/p>\n
“…will arrive to question a dead man.”<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the alert was one final sentence.<\/p>\n
**All personnel are instructed not to discuss the incident with patients or the media pending investigation.**<\/p>\n
I slowly folded Jared’s letter and slipped it back into the envelope.<\/p>\n
The conspiracy had just changed.<\/p>\n
This was no longer about proving my husband had betrayed me.<\/p>\n
Someone had started eliminating people.<\/p>\n
And whoever was behind it…<\/p>\n
Had just made the first move.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
# PART 12: THE INVESTIGATOR WHO DIDN’T BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCES<\/p>\n
No one spoke after the emergency alert.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin Ellison was dead.<\/p>\n
The only surgeon who could explain what had happened inside Operating Room Three was suddenly gone.<\/p>\n
Emily slowly sat down.<\/p>\n
“They’re cleaning up.”<\/p>\n
Arthur nodded grimly.<\/p>\n
“One witness at a time.”<\/p>\n
Olivia wrapped her arms around herself.<\/p>\n
“I should have come forward sooner.”<\/p>\n
“No,” I said quietly.<\/p>\n
“You came before it was too late.”<\/p>\n
She looked at me with tear-filled eyes.<\/p>\n
“I hope you’re right.”<\/p>\n
Before anyone could say another word, another knock echoed through the room.<\/p>\n
Not hurried.<\/p>\n
Not forceful.<\/p>\n
Three calm knocks.<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.<\/p>\n
Arthur walked to the door first.<\/p>\n
He looked through the narrow window.<\/p>\n
Then he frowned.<\/p>\n
“I don’t know him.”<\/p>\n
He unlocked the door cautiously.<\/p>\n
A man in his early fifties stepped inside.<\/p>\n
He wore a dark navy suit instead of a police uniform.<\/p>\n
A leather identification wallet rested in his hand.<\/p>\n
“My name is Daniel Mercer.”<\/p>\n
He opened the wallet.<\/p>\n
“State Medical Integrity Bureau.”<\/p>\n
Arthur immediately recognized the badge.<\/p>\n
“I thought your meeting with Dr. Ellison was tomorrow.”<\/p>\n
“It was.”<\/p>\n
Daniel closed the badge.<\/p>\n
“Then someone called me an hour ago and said I should come today instead.”<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
“Who called you?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“The number was blocked.”<\/p>\n
Daniel looked around the room.<\/p>\n
“I arrived fifteen minutes ago.”<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
“Then I found a dead surgeon.”<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
He turned toward me.<\/p>\n
“Mrs. Harlan?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry for your loss.”<\/p>\n
“You mean my baby…”<\/p>\n
“…or my surgeon?”<\/p>\n
For the first time, the investigator’s expression softened.<\/p>\n
“Both.”<\/p>\n
He pulled a small notebook from his pocket.<\/p>\n
“I’ve spent twenty-two years investigating medical fraud.”<\/p>\n
“I’ve learned one thing.”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“When everyone agrees on the same story…”<\/p>\n
“…it’s usually because someone rehearsed it.”<\/p>\n
He glanced toward Arthur.<\/p>\n
“I’ve already spoken to hospital administration.”<\/p>\n
“And?”<\/p>\n
“They all repeated the exact same sentence.”<\/p>\n
“What sentence?”<\/p>\n
“‘The emergency hysterectomy was medically unavoidable.'”<\/p>\n
He looked back at me.<\/p>\n
“Seven different people.”<\/p>\n
“Exactly the same wording.”<\/p>\n
“Exactly the same pause.”<\/p>\n
“Exactly the same tone.”<\/p>\n
Emily whispered, “They memorized it.”<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
“So I started believing the opposite.”<\/p>\n
He reached into his briefcase and removed a thin folder.<\/p>\n
“This is why I’m here.”<\/p>\n
He handed it to me.<\/p>\n
Across the front were typed words.<\/p>\n
**CONFIDENTIAL COMPLAINT**<\/p>\n
Filed six months earlier.<\/p>\n
Complainant Name:<\/p>\n
**Anonymous.**<\/p>\n
I opened it carefully.<\/p>\n
The complaint described unnecessary surgeries.<\/p>\n
Altered pathology reports.<\/p>\n
Missing tissue samples.<\/p>\n
Forged consent forms.<\/p>\n
Illegal payments.<\/p>\n
Every accusation matched my own experience.<\/p>\n
My hands began to shake.<\/p>\n
“This happened before?”<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
“I believe so.”<\/p>\n
“How many times?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“The records disappear before we can finish investigating.”<\/p>\n
I looked at the final page.<\/p>\n
Attached to the complaint was a handwritten note.<\/p>\n
Only one sentence.<\/p>\n
**If anything happens to me, investigate Jared Harlan.**<\/p>\n
There was no signature.<\/p>\n
No date.<\/p>\n
Nothing identifying the writer.<\/p>\n
Olivia slowly covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
“I’ve seen that handwriting before.”<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
“Where?”<\/p>\n
She swallowed.<\/p>\n
“In Dr. Ellison’s office.”<\/p>\n
The room fell silent.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at her carefully.<\/p>\n
“You’re certain?”<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
“I saw him writing on a yellow legal pad.”<\/p>\n
Arthur frowned.<\/p>\n
“Then Ellison filed the complaint?”<\/p>\n
Daniel closed the folder.<\/p>\n
“That’s what I believed.”<\/p>\n
“What changed?”<\/p>\n
Daniel took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
“Dr. Ellison’s fingerprints aren’t on the document.”<\/p>\n
A chill ran through my body.<\/p>\n
“Whose are?”<\/p>\n
Daniel met my eyes.<\/p>\n
“Yours.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“You’ve never seen this complaint before.”<\/p>\n
“I haven’t.”<\/p>\n
“I believe you.”<\/p>\n
Emily looked confused.<\/p>\n
“Then how are Shelby’s fingerprints on it?”<\/p>\n
Daniel slowly removed a clear evidence sleeve from his briefcase.<\/p>\n
Inside was a second page recovered from the complaint file.<\/p>\n
A laboratory report.<\/p>\n
Across the bottom was a single fingerprint.<\/p>\n
My fingerprint.<\/p>\n
Perfectly preserved.<\/p>\n
Daniel spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
“Someone wanted investigators to find your fingerprints.”<\/p>\n
Arthur’s face tightened.<\/p>\n
“They’re building a case against her.”<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
“Not just a case.”<\/p>\n
“A motive.”<\/p>\n
“For what?”<\/p>\n
He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
“For the death of Dr. Martin Ellison.”<\/p>\n
The words struck the room like an explosion.<\/p>\n
Emily stood so quickly that her chair crashed backward.<\/p>\n
“That’s insane.”<\/p>\n
Daniel’s expression remained steady.<\/p>\n
“I agree.”<\/p>\n
“But someone has already begun planting evidence.”<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
“They’re trying to make me the killer.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Daniel slowly shook his head.<\/p>\n
“They’re trying to make you the only survivor nobody believes.”<\/p>\n
Before anyone could react, voices erupted in the hallway.<\/p>\n
Several pairs of footsteps rushed toward my room.<\/p>\n
Then came a shout.<\/p>\n
“There she is!”<\/p>\n
Another voice answered.<\/p>\n
“State Police!”<\/p>\n
Daniel turned instantly toward the door.<\/p>\n
His face lost all color.<\/p>\n
“They’re early.”<\/p>\n
Arthur frowned.<\/p>\n
“Early for what?”<\/p>\n
Daniel reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded arrest warrant.<\/p>\n
It had been signed less than twenty minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
The name printed at the top made my blood run cold.<\/p>\n
**SHELBY HARLAN.**<\/p>\n
The charge wasn’t medical fraud.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t conspiracy.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t obstruction.<\/p>\n
It was…<\/p>\n
**MURDER.**<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
# PART 13: THE ARREST THEY HAD PLANNED BEFORE THE INVESTIGATION<\/p>\n
The room fell completely silent.<\/p>\n
I stared at the warrant in Daniel Mercer’s hand.<\/p>\n
“Murder?”<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded once.<\/p>\n
“They’re accusing you of murdering Dr. Martin Ellison.”<\/p>\n
Emily looked as though she might faint.<\/p>\n
“She hasn’t left this hospital.”<\/p>\n
Arthur took the warrant from Daniel and read every line.<\/p>\n
His expression darkened.<\/p>\n
“This was filed at 1:46 this afternoon.”<\/p>\n
He looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
“Ellison’s body wasn’t officially discovered until 2:14.”<\/p>\n
The words struck all of us at once.<\/p>\n
Daniel immediately took the warrant back.<\/p>\n
He compared the timestamps.<\/p>\n
Then his jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
“They requested the warrant…”<\/p>\n
“…twenty-eight minutes before anyone supposedly found the body.”<\/p>\n
Olivia whispered, “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n
“No,” Arthur replied quietly.<\/p>\n
“It’s impossible if this is a real investigation.”<\/p>\n
He tapped the date with his finger.<\/p>\n
“But it’s perfectly possible if someone already knew Dr. Ellison was going to die.”<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
The implication was too horrifying.<\/p>\n
Someone had prepared my arrest before the victim had officially been discovered.<\/p>\n
Daniel slipped the warrant back into its envelope.<\/p>\n
“This changes everything.”<\/p>\n
“What do we do?” Emily asked.<\/p>\n
“We don’t panic.”<\/p>\n
Daniel looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
“Mrs. Harlan, I need you to answer one question honestly.”<\/p>\n
“I will.”<\/p>\n
“Did you kill Dr. Ellison?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
His answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
“You…know?”<\/p>\n
“I’ve interviewed innocent people for twenty-two years.”<\/p>\n
“Guilty people usually explain.”<\/p>\n
“Innocent people answer.”<\/p>\n
He looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
“And right now, someone wants to prevent me from continuing this investigation.”<\/p>\n
The voices outside grew louder.<\/p>\n
A command echoed down the hallway.<\/p>\n
“Room 814!”<\/p>\n
“They’re inside!”<\/p>\n
Daniel turned to Arthur.<\/p>\n
“How many exits?”<\/p>\n
“Two.”<\/p>\n
“The main hallway.”<\/p>\n
“And?”<\/p>\n
“A service corridor behind the physical therapy unit.”<\/p>\n
Emily immediately shook her head.<\/p>\n
“They’ll cover both.”<\/p>\n
Margaret suddenly spoke.<\/p>\n
“Not if they believe Shelby is still here.”<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
“What are you thinking?” I asked.<\/p>\n
Margaret smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
“For thirty-two years I’ve watched administrators hide scandals.”<\/p>\n
“They always watch the patient.”<\/p>\n
“Never the paperwork.”<\/p>\n
She walked to the hospital bed.<\/p>\n
Then she began arranging pillows beneath the blanket.<\/p>\n
Within seconds, the shape looked remarkably like a sleeping patient.<\/p>\n
Emily caught on immediately.<\/p>\n
She lowered the room lights.<\/p>\n
Olivia adjusted the privacy curtain halfway around the bed.<\/p>\n
From the doorway…<\/p>\n
It appeared someone was resting.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked impressed.<\/p>\n
“That buys us thirty seconds.”<\/p>\n
Arthur frowned.<\/p>\n
“Thirty seconds isn’t enough.”<\/p>\n
“It has to be.”<\/p>\n
Another loud knock shook the door.<\/p>\n
“State Police!”<\/p>\n
“Open immediately!”<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
“Can you walk?”<\/p>\n
“I’ll have to.”<\/p>\n
Emily wrapped one arm around my waist.<\/p>\n
“We’ll get you there.”<\/p>\n
Arthur walked toward a narrow storage closet near the sink.<\/p>\n
He pressed against the back wall.<\/p>\n
Nothing happened.<\/p>\n
Then he reached beneath the lowest shelf.<\/p>\n
A soft click echoed through the room.<\/p>\n
The entire shelving unit moved forward several inches.<\/p>\n
Emily stared.<\/p>\n
“There’s a passage?”<\/p>\n
Arthur nodded.<\/p>\n
“Old hospitals have emergency evacuation corridors.”<\/p>\n
“They were sealed years ago.”<\/p>\n
“Almost.”<\/p>\n
The opening was barely wide enough for one person at a time.<\/p>\n
The banging on the door became violent.<\/p>\n
“Open this door!”<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
“You first.”<\/p>\n
I stepped into the narrow passage.<\/p>\n
Cold air rushed against my face.<\/p>\n
The concrete corridor stretched into darkness.<\/p>\n
Emily followed.<\/p>\n
Then Olivia.<\/p>\n
Margaret.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
Daniel entered last.<\/p>\n
Just before pulling the hidden door shut, he looked back through the crack.<\/p>\n
The hospital room appeared exactly as we’d left it.<\/p>\n
A patient sleeping peacefully beneath a blanket.<\/p>\n
The next second…<\/p>\n
The main door burst open.<\/p>\n
Boots thundered across the floor.<\/p>\n
A commanding voice shouted,<\/p>\n
“Mrs. Harlan!”<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Another officer pulled back the curtain.<\/p>\n
Then the blanket.<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Daniel quietly closed the hidden passage.<\/p>\n
The click echoed through the darkness.<\/p>\n
For several moments we stood without moving.<\/p>\n
Then distant shouting filtered through the concrete walls.<\/p>\n
“She’s gone!”<\/p>\n
“Seal every exit!”<\/p>\n
“No one leaves this hospital!”<\/p>\n
Emily looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
“They’ll search everywhere.”<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“But they’re searching for a frightened patient.”<\/p>\n
He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
“They’re not expecting someone who’s ready to fight back.”<\/p>\n
We continued down the narrow corridor for nearly five minutes before reaching an old steel door.<\/p>\n
Arthur pushed it open.<\/p>\n
Dust filled the air.<\/p>\n
We stepped into a forgotten records archive beneath the hospital.<\/p>\n
Rows upon rows of metal shelves disappeared into the darkness.<\/p>\n
Boxes covered every wall.<\/p>\n
Many were decades old.<\/p>\n
Margaret slowly turned in a circle.<\/p>\n
“I completely forgot this room existed.”<\/p>\n
Daniel swept his flashlight across the shelves.<\/p>\n
Most boxes contained ordinary administrative files.<\/p>\n
Then the beam stopped.<\/p>\n
One shelf.<\/p>\n
One box.<\/p>\n
Covered in dust.<\/p>\n
Its label had almost faded away.<\/p>\n
**SURGICAL AUDITS \u2013 RESTRICTED**<\/p>\n
Years listed beneath it.<\/p>\n
2018.<\/p>\n
2019.<\/p>\n
2020.<\/p>\n
2021.<\/p>\n
2022.<\/p>\n
And…<\/p>\n
2023.<\/p>\n
Daniel slowly removed the 2023 box.<\/p>\n
It was surprisingly heavy.<\/p>\n
He placed it on an old wooden table.<\/p>\n
Arthur lifted the lid.<\/p>\n
Inside were dozens of sealed patient files.<\/p>\n
Every folder carried the same red stamp.<\/p>\n
**CONFIDENTIAL REVIEW**<\/p>\n
Emily opened the first folder.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
“This woman…”<\/p>\n
She looked at Olivia.<\/p>\n
“…she had the exact same surgery.”<\/p>\n
Olivia opened another.<\/p>\n
“So did this one.”<\/p>\n
Margaret reached for a third.<\/p>\n
“And this patient.”<\/p>\n
Daniel counted silently.<\/p>\n
Then looked up at us.<\/p>\n
“There are forty-three files.”<\/p>\n
He opened the master index clipped to the inside cover.<\/p>\n
His face went completely pale.<\/p>\n
At the very top of the page, under a handwritten title, were four words that stole the breath from every person in the room.<\/p>\n
**PROJECT HEIR \u2013 ACTIVE CASES**<\/p>\n
And beside Case Number 44…<\/p>\n
Someone had already written my name.<\/p>\n
**Shelby Harlan.**……………………<\/p>\n
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