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Chapter 3

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e truck. His voice was deep, steady, and filled with quiet, profound

ign on my tongue, my throat

urious, uneven clatter of designer hee

right there

ching voice su

he avenue, both of them gasping for breath, dir

es landed on the rusted Ford pickup and the plain old man in the faded jack

out a loud, piercing laugh that ech

ce of junk!" Brenda shrieked

manicured finger at the peeling paint on the tr

ice full of pure mockery. "Did they pull this car straight

eighbors. "A girl raised in the Tucker house for eighteen years, leaving in a scrap-metal truc

poison touch me.

ward Brenda or Jessica. He treated

ffel bags from my hands, and lifted them into the

ly, his voice completely calm. "The night air is

lled from the sidewalk, her voice shrill and hideous. "Don't ever

r door open. It gave

ammed the heavy door

seat. He turned the key, shifted

, and the truck pulle

nding under the streetlight, pointing, clapping, and laughin

ed I was being dr

ving the quiet suburbs and crossing into

stopping in front of the reinforced metal gat

r the windshield, and the heavy meta

was spotless, bright, and l

ght-black Rolls-Royce Phantom. Its polished surface gleamed like black glass

uck's engine. "We are sw

lt, my heart pounding in confus

ul dynasties in the country. There are paparazzi, corporate spies, and media vultures watching the

the carpeted trunk of the Rolls-Royce, and ope

door closed with a heavy, soundproof thud, com

ce barely above a whispe

rview mirror. His eyes were dead serious

ington. They run the Kensington Industrial Syndicate, and your

pletely lef

s Kens

s arenas across the country. Robert Tucker had spent five desperate ye

whispered, my fingers clutching the s

two years ago, a corrupt nurse was bribed to steal you from the hospital nursery. But when federal investigators closed in wit

he mirror, his eyes sof

of millions of dollars. They never gave up. Yesterday, our security team finally matc

r broke free and ro

er an unw

r a discar

loved, mourned, and fought f

looked up at the mirror, a new, unb

to them

th a proud smile. "Right

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