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“No. She only knows her father was murdered and no one was punished.”
Dominic closed his eyes.
Something like destiny passed over his face.
“Where is she now?”
Marco handed him the address.
A small apartment in the Bronx.
Third floor.
Fifteenth Street.
“She works at a café during the day, cleans offices at night, and goes to college in the evenings.”
Dominic continue reading …
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