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Chapter 6 The Man Who Never Trusts
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put it down,
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me you ha
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of it, she heard something she hadn't ex
ll me first, he
d. I haven't found anything yet.
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to me, Mr.
was the closest she had ever been to him. He smelled like cedar and rainold herself. H
he aisle, hands raised in surrender.
snapped, not look
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. Etha
a slow breath. Some of the st
It's a survival skill. My father taught me trus
re's my deal. I let you keep reading. Every box, including the one you just opened. In re
The cream coloured page was hidden i
on. What did you find? A han
moved money he shouldn't have, three days after he died. Someon
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r. She couldn't tell
half trut
I can spar
miled. I've
ed her arm electric, all the way down to her fingertips. H
f, eleven months ago. Pressed it flat with my th
am of adhesive showed clean, neat. Someone ha
o that, sh
and opened an app. As he read, his
the scre
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ve a whisper. Alone. Someone used my credentials
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