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the surviving trunk under camera and let out a low whistle.
Gold. Coin sleeves. Bond envelopes. Certificate books.
Enough physical evidence to drown a lie.
Tom walked to the window and glanced down at the drive. “Tire tracks. Fresh. Couple hours, maybe less.”
Evelyn looked at the wreckage and felt fury arrive clean and hot. Bell had not just stolen from continue reading …
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