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warmth. “Did you try to mortgage a house that wasn’t yours?”
“I can explain—”
“I’m a real-estate agent,” she said. “I know what fraud looks like.”
The gate clicked shut. An engine turned over. Tires on gravel.
Rex watched the gate for three seconds. Then he looked at the crowd.
“You’re all going to believe a dead woman over me?”
Nobody answered.
Jake said,continue reading …
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