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using me. There is a difference. And it is worse.
The call ended. Evelyn set her phone down and took another sip of wine. “See? Everyone’s on the same page.” Vance grinned. “That makes things easier.”
Yes, it did.
I moved quietly back down into the basement and crossed to the locked cabinet near the far wall. Inside was my laptop. Encrypted. Hardened.continue reading …
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