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be a lot harder. Sidling up to her with a sweet little smile, he didn’t even give a hint to what he was planning on talking to her about. “Heya, Maggie.” Maggie smiled, shifting her books and tapes to her other arm. “Hi, Corry. How are you?” “Not too bad. Just a little tired... we’ve been working really hard getting our ship back up to specs.” Frowning, Corry was watching her reactions like a hawk... a discreet hawk, but a hawk nonetheless. “Really?” She shook her head, her blonde hair sliding over her shoulders. “That was so awful. Who would do such a thing?” Corry sighed, heavily. It wasn’t all an act; watching her hair move over her shoulders was enough to make him have to yank his mind back from the inevitable thoughts that came up. “Yeah, it was pretty bad. But we think we might know who did it.” “Oh?” “We think Lewis might have gotten upset about the work. I’ve talked to him a few times, and Scott treated him kinda bitter, if you know what I mean.” The relief in her eyes was unmistakable, but her acting besides was perfect. Her eyebrows drew in concern, her face was composed, her voice was soft and compassionate. But her eyes told the story... it confirmed Corry’s worst fears about her. She had been there. She was lying. “Well, I hope that someone does something about it,” Maggie murmured. “Tell me how it goes, all right?” “I will,” Corrigan answered, smiling warmly. After she had walked away, he added under his breath, “You’ll be one of the first to know.”
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