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wood.
Vice waited near the center beneath a hanging work light, one hand in his coat pocket, the other gloved and relaxed.
He looked like the sort of man who still sent holiday cards to judges.
Above them, through a dirty office window, Lenora could just make out Kora bound to a chair.
Vice smiled when he saw her.
A clean smile.
Gavin had been right about continue reading …
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