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allowed you to think that.”
I looked at Jackie.
She looked furious in the quietest possible way.
“Where are they?” I whispered.
Dennis answered. “They left around eleven. They said they were getting lunch.”
“They left?”
No one spoke.
The room tilted.
Clayton placed a printout on the blanket where I could see it without moving. The bank alert. The transfer.continue reading …
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