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a crime. There’s a difference.”
I set a folder on the kitchen island.
The same folder I’d been carrying for two weeks.
Inside: the spreadsheet documenting $87,000 in support over 10 years.
Carla’s forensic report.
A copy of the police report.
Bank statements showing the fraudulent transfer.
“Uncle Thomas,” I said, turning to him, “I know you traveled from continue reading …
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