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live in a house full of ghosts and federal evidence,” I said. “Where would I go?”
“Knowing you? Straight for Curtis’s throat,” he said. “Don’t. Not yet.”
He hung up before I could promise anything.
I didn’t go for Curtis’s throat that night.
Instead, I went upstairs.
Catherine’s suite was at the end of the hall, behind double doors carved with flowers and continue reading …
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