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calls in hushed Italian, footsteps that vanished before they reached her door. Isadora sat on the e

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in her skull like a gho

in the world your fat

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over the rim of his gla

nd leaned against the doorframe. "Tell me th

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standing here

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he handed her

ographs. Surveillance. Bank statements. Handwr

a con

links to an international hit squad. Recorded phone conversations with a ma

n accident. If she d

s vision

shaking her head. "No

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nk into the nearby chair,

oice cracked. "He ordere

gentler. "I know what it feels like. When the person wh

once, there was no i

u?" she asked

silence between them he

Left me for dead in Naples." His voice was hollow. "The only re

wo people torn open

g it, fingertips brushing against the faint scar

do this alone anymo

her. For the first time, she

ty itself was drawing them togeth

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hot shattered

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, voice taut with fu

ready in his h

estate's alarm system.

burning. "Stay here. Don't move. Do

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n he wa

oor slammed

ttered window, her heart

left the battlef

had follow