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Driving over there
Dr. Merritt smiled faintly. “I like your courage,” he said as he took the passenger seat beside Alison. The drive over wasn’t even five minutes. It’s scary to think about—that a man stalking me lives or works so close by.” They parked across the street from the listed contact address. It was a plain-looking building with no sign, just a doorbell next to a security camera.
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