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Everybody has secrets.Even greatest friends.Swirling black descends like ravens, big enough to prevent the light of the streetlights. An is started like a train on the 'L', by a dull roar far - away rumbling that grows louder till it 's straight overhead, as it pulls nearer and except this does not pass you by, you feel it in your chest. Verity, white-faced and eyes blazing, shouts through the noise, "Work, Mo!" Mo Fitzgerald is aware of strategies. Nevertheless when she witnesses her closest friend's murder, she finds Verity was concealing things she never might have suspected.