’ I kept walking to my office. ‘Tell Mr. McCartney I’ll take the next flight, post his bond, and tell him I expect him in my office tomorrow. An... why are you crying?’ Paul McCartney was actually James Paul Beatie, aka, Jimmy Beetle. Heathrow was wherever the authorities were holding him. I stopped before going into my small room. ‘Why are you crying, Alice?’ ‘I love Paul McCartney.’ ‘The Beatle, not ‘the beetle’,’ I said hopefully. ‘Alex, did you and Katie buy that house?’ ‘Closed on it this. She tried to ignore the outlines of the bodies and the dried blood, even Detective Grafton's. She eventually found herself standing in the threshold of her old room -- and Bobby's -- staring at his empty bed. She placed a hand over her heart as her breathing became shallow. She wiped her watery eyes."Bobby, I miss you so much," she whispered.Matilda scanned the room, but her eyes kept returning to Bobby's bed. She could almost see his little form sleeping, clutching his bear in the crook of his. More

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