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was everything—documents, a photograph, and a ledger written in my father’s careful handwriting.
Proof.
My father hadn’t died by accident.
He had discovered something.
Money. Fraud. Names that didn’t belong on paper.
And one of those names…
was Ray.
The last entry in the ledger was dated the night my father died.
He had written about Ray coming over. About continue reading …
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