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t in here?" my

orkspace, clad in plain trousers and long sle

ow. "I've been planning this for fifteen years,

ungrateful little..." he starts to s

s are wide with shock, and blood oozes

ice with as much rage as I can. "You betrayed my father, turned on

s widen

. "There's been a misunderstanding.

. "Didn

's the

. "Save it. Yo

, just listen to me. I can explain eve

to explain, but you chose to lie to me i

h his thigh tightly. I can see that

asive. And they had something on me. Please, don't

another family to betray mine. And

s fill with panic. I level t

t words?

ut no sound comes out. I nodded, as if th

lumps to the floor, just like his guard. I stare at him for a moment, the

leather-bound book. Open it and flip to a page near the end. I run

cross it out

elow it and fixate my

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ne is

ss the stop button. With my evidence, I walk out of the building, the recording weighing heavily

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e pai

ting on the other side of the wall is the View of Toledo by El Greco. His art is always tr

the mysticism that infused the city at the time. At any rate, the over-arching sky, which defines the picture and gives the city its bleak mood, is surely El Greco's attempt to capture something of the over-arching authority and power of God's presence. But he does not stop there: he still fin

the table. My eyes meet hers and I n

s. "I have called you all here to discuss a matter of the

says an

has come to light

your uncle betrayed

ore,"

d owns the Horseshoe Casino. Always playful, because

y can solve all thing

that the Carter family bet

en they turn to the representative of the Carter

ake action,"