His Betrayal Funded My Revenge

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g," a voice called.

gh her knees. She shoved the ph

irst hit when they cornered her outside the warehouse, before she'd screamed and clawed and run

tench of rotting food and chemical waste made her gag. She presse

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was muffled now, away from the receiver, speaking to someone else. Speaking to him

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er face. Paris. He was in Paris. Not Frankfurt. With her. Candace had

er chest and squeezed her eyes shut. A tear escaped, hot a

r to her le

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the line, background noise of the newsroo

n. She pressed harder against the dumpster, feeling the rust flake against her coa

rd him moving, shouting something at someone in

use." She heard boots approaching

it in right now. Stay on the

She could see the toe of a steel-toed work boot, black with yellow

beside her. Jagged, thick, probably from a beer bottle.

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blue lights swept across the alley mouth,

voice mutt

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the far end of the alley. A metal gate clanged. Then si

armless now. Her legs gave out. She slid down the dumpster until she was sitting in

. She'd dropped the phone. "Abby, talk to

it, her finger

re they gone?

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'm twenty minutes out. Don't

ain was slowing, or maybe she

as Phineas moved somewhere quieter

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er this time. "Abby. T

"He was in Paris. Not

s's voice cracked with

f up, one hand pressed against the du

take you. At l

, cutting through the fog. "No r

she disappeared three years ago and became someone else, someone whose name

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ving, limping toward the street, away from the patro

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ded th

gail pressed herself into the shadow of a fire escape until

hed in her pocket, her coat collar pulled high to hide the blood on her neck. Every step sent fresh li

e a physical blow. The kid behind the count

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the lottery tickets and the cigarettes locked behind glass. The bathroom door

ng back at her

r lower lip was split, crusted with dried blood. Her left eye was beginning to close, the skin arou

woman who had been used and disc

d again, until the water ran pink and then clear. She scrubbed at her skin with brown

buzzed in

ing Phineas, expecting mo

tilio. A singl

a success. Going into

. He was at JFK. With her. And he was texting his wife a pre-packag

e. Long enough for the screen to dim and

r button. Held it down. S

om trash can, on top of the bloody pa

sound, plastic

hrough her wet hair, arranging it to cover the worst

counter where the kid still stared, out i

ome was a penthouse on the Upper East Side with a view of

entually return, smelling of Candace's

Manhattan, toward the bridg

steady. Her f

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