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later repatriated. Underneath, a date from thirteen years earlier.
Two hundred and forty-five million dollars.
Her knees weakened.
“Mom,” Noah said, suddenly frightened by the silence in her face, “what is it?”
She swallowed hard. “Money.”
“All of it?”
“Maybe. Or papers for money. I don’t know.”
He stared at the table, then at the steel trunks. “That much?continue reading …
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