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Hank marched up the steps, bypassing any greeting. He looked exhausted, his eyes rimmed with red, but he carried that familiar air of unearned authority.
“Rowan, thank God,” he said, wiping rain from his forehead. “The GPS on this thing is garbage. We missed the turn twice.”
“Come on, grab a coat. We need to start unloading the back of the truck continue reading …
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