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t had occupied my thoughts f

solve with money or a well-placed threat. The kind that made me q

il she disappeared through the door.

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records room. But the current owner says someone came asking about the old records three days ago

same records, and moving

me at

ry not to frighten

bout the archive, and about Adrian Bellandi. Instead I remembered h

with every reason not to trust you. Once you hav

I needed to stop wondering what it would feel

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es

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phone

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ouse. A photograph of my grandfather. And a message." Her voice dropped to a

oke. Then I reac

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tightened

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ose if Vivienne Castellan