Manhattan street corner, the atmosphere inside the top-floor

nancial empire, stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his n

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the line, Archibald'

n person tonight, or I'm rewriting my will

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egg up from the un

t corner just as Adelaide stepped out of her black sedan, the night wind lifting the hem of her trench coat. Cas

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edarwood instantly mingled with the faint herbal fragrance on her coat. Inside the cramped hyperca

dim glow of the streetlamp. Caswell's gaze lingered on that small red mark for a second, his throat tigh

sed Adelaide back again

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ust hope your driving is

rake and yanked the steering wheel hard to the left. Inertia threw Adelaide s

t her skin, making both of them freeze at the exact same instant. Caswell straightened the whee

and stop mo

and sat back up straight, p

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wn the highway toward Long Island. Passing over a bumpy stretch of pavement,

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lip in a cold laugh, writing her comment off as a clumsy attempt to grab his at