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” she said hoarsely. “The Russos are making a move.”
She glanced at the ruined floor.
“Also, they owe us a new rug.”
Lucas dropped to his knees in front of her, ignoring the dead man at her feet.
His hands trembled as he cupped her blood-spattered face.
He did not see the woman the room had laughed at.
He did not see a weak link.
He did not see a joke.
He continue reading …
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