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Then she asked, “Are you scared?”
Elena knew Rosa was not asking about the work.
She was asking about the guards.
The guns.
The armored SUV outside.
The walls.
The cameras.
The fact that everyone in New York knew Dominic Russo’s name, even people who pretended they did not.
Elena looked straight into Rosa’s eyes.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m scared. But I’ve been continue reading …
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