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orum she used for jobs. Gracel

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ard: $5,000,000. Condition: Aliv

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illion. You're app

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the bounty? s

this morning. Stay inside. Don't

hone onto the bed. S

ver the legal tie. If she wasn't his wife, she c

age. Something big en

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mart home

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ked ove

. Du

ns was standing there with

her arms around herself. S

the screen, turning the heat up. "Mr. D

t suspect

und Gracelyn sitting on the sofa, reading a b

. He looked at Gracelyn, his eyes narrowing

id. "Then we di