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“That depends who’s asking.”
“Someone trying to sort an old business mistake.”
He stopped at the counter and looked past her toward the office door.
“Your husband handled deliveries, didn’t he?”
The room went cold around that ordinary sentence.
“My husband is dead,” Lenora said.
“Yes,” the man replied, almost politely. “Which is why I’m here.”
Lenora’s fingers continue reading …
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