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Alby
's
forehead
creased
.
"
You
're
sure
?
"
He
looked
like
he
did
n't
believe
a
word
Thomas
said
,
seemed
almost
angry
.
What
could
he
possibly
think
I
have
to
do
with
this
?
Thomas
thought
.
He
met
Alby
's
glare
evenly
and
answered
the
only
way
he
knew
how
.
"
Yes
.
Why
?
"
"
Shuck
it
,
"
Alby
muttered
,
looking
back
down
at
the
girl
.
"
Ca
n't
be
a
coincidence
.
Two
days
,
two
Greenies
,
one
alive
,
one
dead
.
"
Then
Alby
's
words
started
to
make
sense
and
panic
flared
in
Thomas
.
"
You
do
n't
think
I.
.
.
"
He
could
n't
even
finish
the
sentence
.
"
Slim
it
,
Greenie
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
We
're
not
sayin
'
you
bloody
killed
the
girl
.
"
Thomas
's
mind
was
spinning
.
He
was
sure
he
'd
never
seen
her
before
--
but
then
the
slightest
hint
of
doubt
crept
into
his
mind
.
"
I
swear
she
does
n't
look
familiar
at
all
,
"
he
said
anyway
.
He
'd
had
enough
accusations
.
"
Are
you
--
"
Before
Newt
could
finish
,
the
girl
shot
up
into
a
sitting
position
.
As
she
sucked
in
a
huge
breath
,
her
eyes
snapped
open
and
she
blinked
,
looking
around
at
the
crowd
surrounding
her
Alby
cried
out
and
fell
backward
.
Newt
gasped
and
jumped
up
,
stumbling
away
from
her
.
Thomas
did
n't
move
,
his
gaze
locked
on
the
girl
,
frozen
in
fear
.
Burning
blue
eyes
darted
back
and
forth
as
she
took
deep
breaths
.
Her
pink
lips
trembled
as
she
mumbled
something
over
and
over
,
indecipherable
.
Then
she
spoke
one
sentence
--
her
voice
hollow
and
haunted
,
but
clear
.
