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“We pulled your trash that morning. Found the vial he threw away. It wasn’t beta blockers. It was concentrated stimulants—ephedrine, caffeine, synthetic amphetamine. Enough to trigger cardiac arrest. For someone with your wife’s condition, it was a death sentence.”
Thorne leaned forward. “It wasn’t a heart attack, Booker. It was murder. Calculated,continue reading …
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