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a leather evidence case. The room seemed to shrink around him. Most people knew Daniel Mercer as a quiet widower who lived on an old farm outside Richmond.
Adrian knew better.
His face drained of color.
“Mr. Mercer,” he stammered. “This is a family misunderstanding.”
My father looked at me on the floor, at the shattered table, then at Adrian’s clenched continue reading …
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