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pulled into a tight sneer. "Why haven't you thrown that

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s flashing. "She's faking it, Angel. She's using that ear to

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haustion vanished, replaced

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o a deadly whisper. "You weren't in that car. You didn

ged," she choked out. She grabbed her designer handbag and her first-class ticket. S

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phone out and

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in the world. I don't care where

the line. "Is this fo

vate clinic. Top-tier equipment. Book it

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ngel walked into the

d straight to the guest bedroom. He p

the bed, reading a book. She ju

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rd. The gold letteri

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orframe. A cruel smile touc

gel said. "I just want to clear my

k. She nodded slow

rned to leave. He stopped in the hall

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lked

low and rapid. She picked up the business card. Her

would see right through her. They would see th

e opened a secure, encrypted messaging app. S

he world who knew th

keyboard. A drop of cold