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my eyes for one second. Then I started the car.
The engine woke with a low growl.
Anthony had been right about one thing. The roots were deep.
But he’d forgotten who owned the land.
At two o’clock exactly, I stepped out of my SUV in front of Prescott Holdings.
The building’s glass face threw the city back at itself in clean silver lines. By the entrance,continue reading …
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