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Kristi's sniffling continued,
ee million, Fitz? The wire dead
dowment," Fitzgerald said coldly. "We'll write it off as an anonymous fac
e bleeding into her tone. "She looked completely unhinged at
t out a conte
cent of her accrued bonuses. Give her twelve hours of watching her mother choke in tha
timer, a cold, lethal sm
wli
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my secure ProtonDrive vault, carbon-copying an
ill-shot in
kward, intending to slip
my boot caught the edge of a decorat
in
sharp and distinct inzgerald's sharp bark t
ps marched to
rgency exit door, letting the heavy steel panel click shu
glass panel of the fire door, I w
as he scanned th
utomated cleaning robot hummed quietly as it
um out of his way with a curse before retre
y lungs, leaning my head against t
remnant of my past ha
, each step grounding me, each step stripping
rate wife beggin
king algorithm in North American sports, holding the evidence tha
nd stepped out into the crisp, blue mornin
d out m
ty-eight hours away, and my ban
intellectual property broker in New York to offer non-exc
my phone vibrated v
rea code flashed across the screen,
ped a
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he receiver, crisp and undeniably professional. "My name is Gerard
ightened aro
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onglomerate that owned the Boston Vanguard, the Dav
tone strictly neutral. "How d
phone number is trivial," Gerardo Kerr said with a quiet, confident chuckle. "Our enterprise scouts
d thud."My former employer
hree-eighteen this morning, I don't think you're unaware of this." Gerardo interrupted smoot
reezing wind wh
Vanguard
"I have a contract in front of me: Senior Vice President of Global Athletic Performance, Chief Specialist of Biomechanics, and ten million-dolla
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