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make sure this doesn’t get buried is a door with no handle on their side.
Evelyn lifted her chin, retreating to high ground. “My attorney will be here in twenty minutes.”
“Good,” I said. “Tell him to bring a pen.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“Because every person in this room who threatened my daughter tonight is going to make a choice. Speak truthfully continue reading …
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