He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

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Vernon called Declan’s cell phone precisely at seven o’clock. His voice was a low, tight rasp that completely bypassed pleasantries. “You need to see this. Get to the office.”

Declan arrived to find a thick, cream-colored envelope resting on the center of his desk like an unexploded ordinance. It was a formal summons from the Harrison continue reading …