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in his white-knuckled fists.
“You what?” he whispered.
“I gave everything to the FBI three days ago,” I said simply.
His face went from flushed red to deathly pale in seconds.
Then I opened the second folder—the one with the gold seal and legal stamps. Thomas stared, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.
“What is that?” His voice was barely continue reading …
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