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at the kitchen table and read through everything—Thompson’s filings, Caldwell’s reports, the protective order.
His jaw tightened as he read.
He looked up at me.
“They took eighty thousand dollars,” he said.
“Yes,” I replied.
Ryan’s hands clenched.
“And they told me you were unstable,” he said.
“Yes,” I said again.
Ryan stared at the papers.
“They tried to weaponize continue reading …
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