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from Admiral Haskins himself. His nephew filed the complaint. They’re making you the scapegoat.”
I tightened my grip until the steering wheel groaned. “If they want a storm, they’ll get one.”
Headlights appeared through the downpour. Ryan stood there, soaked, blocking my lane. I rolled the window halfway.
“What are you doing here?”
“Apologizing,” he said,continue reading …
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