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blurted.
“I was going to put it back.”
“When?”
Tony had no answer.
Sophia made a sound that was barely a breath.
She stood very still, one hand on Lily’s shoulder, as if touching her daughter was the only thing keeping her upright.
The bartender stared at Tony with open hatred.
In the kitchen doorway, the dishwasher muttered something in Spanish under his continue reading …
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