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... loose as he kicked off his shoes. The mansion was still... too still.
No music. No sound of typing. No smell of food.
His eyes flicked toward the kitchen. Spotless.
The dishes were stacked neatly, the counters wiped clean, even the kettle was untouched.
A faint frown crept across his face.
He found Jean curled up on the living room couch, a light blanket wrapped around her legs, laptop beside her, but her body limp with fatigue.
"Hey Jean, are you ...
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