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and payments to his mistress, Celeste Vale, under the name “marketing consultant.” Last night’s hotel receipt was not the beginning. It was the final ribbon on the box.
At 5:30 a.m., I called three people.
By 7:00, the short ribs were braising.
By 8:12, Daniel’s footsteps dragged across the stairs.
He appeared in the doorway in his silk robe, smirking continue reading …
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