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lawyer is going to destroy you. Brody, I swear to God—
He read each one with the detached calm of a man studying enemy communications. She was rattled. Good.
At exactly 10:37 p.m., Wyatt sent a series of photos. A midnight blue Audi parked in Brody’s driveway, under the maple tree where he’d hung a tire swing when Trevor was little. A tall man with expensively continue reading …
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