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beside the desk.
Theodore noticed all of it. Especially the photograph.
“Your daughter?”
“Tessa.”
“How old?”
“Nine.”
Theodore nodded. “I had a daughter that age once. I should have corrected certain things sooner.”
Ryder sat slowly.
Theodore placed a cream-colored envelope on the desk.
Ryder looked at it, then back at him. “If that’s the repair bill, it was continue reading …
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