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BALLARD KNOCKED ON the door of the house on Woodrow Wilson. It was dark but the lights were on behind the windows. She was raising her fist to knock a second time when the door opened and there stood Harry Bosch.
“Renée, you all right?”
“I am now. I need help, Harry. And I think you’re the only one I can trust.”
“Is this about Maddie?”
“No, nothing to do with Maddie.”
“Come in.”
He stepped back and Ballard entered.
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