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“He trusted that reputation more than Vice.”
“Yes.”
Lenora stared at the ledger.
“Then open it.”
Silven unwrapped the plastic.
The leather was old, marked at the corners, thick with use. Inside were pages of names, amounts, dates, ports, companies, initials beside judges, inspectors, and route supervisors.
Lenora did not understand half of it.
She understood continue reading …
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