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of the widow stopped my heart.
Different hair. Same face.
“That’s Nicole,” I whispered.
“Rachel Stone,” Brandon said. “Collected millions. Vanished.”
The pieces slammed together in my head with sickening clarity.
“They killed him,” I said.
“They likely did,” Brandon replied. “And they learned from it.”
I stared at the desk, at the years of my life collapsing continue reading …
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