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She doesn’t owe you anything.”
“I know.”
Dominic looked up.
“I know she wasn’t wrong. I was. I need to fix it. I need to find her. Please, Marco.”
Marco stared at him.
In 15 years, he had never heard Dominic Russo say please.
He nodded.
“I’ll find her.”
Marco was the best at finding people. He started with what he knew.
Elena Vasquez. Twenty-seven. Puerto Rican.continue reading …
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