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Finch Hours later and we still didn’t know s**t. Rooster wasn’t getting anything. I could tell he was starting to get frustrated. None of his contacts were working today or were able to get any information. And Petal’s father wasn’t giving us anything. The most we were able to get from him was that bullshit letter. One in which the more I studied it, the more I am positive Petal had nothing to do with it. It looked like her hand writing only a little shaky. Something you would expect, sure. But if I compared the way the letter was written to the text messages we shared, it didn’t match. The sentence structure she used and just the words she chose didn’t match. Now, sure, you could chalk that up to he was most likely drugged up when the letter was written. But still, it just seemed off to

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