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He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

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locks, the silent rooms beyond.

“Yes.”

“Good. Do not drink anything Miles hands you. Do not sign anything. Do not argue. Do not reveal what you know. Tomorrow morning, come to my office at nine.”

“You said call Daniel Mercer.”

Another pause.

This one was different.

Daniel Mercer had been my grandmother’s private investigator, then security consultant, then continue reading …

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