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that.
“Mrs. Quinn,” he said. “You brought him. I was hoping you would.”
Silven walked beside Lenora with the wrapped ledger in one hand.
“You have the girl.”
“You have my property.”
Lenora heard her own voice before she decided to speak.
“You wrote my husband down like a broken crate.”
Vice’s smile did not move.
“Your husband made a useful mistake. Then an continue reading …
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