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softly. It was a dry, rasping sound. “Check the footer on page 4, Mr. Halloway. Who notarized that agreement 10 years ago?”
His eyes widened.
He slumped slightly.
“Your father, actually,” Arthur noted, leaning on his cane. “Old Marcus Halloway. A good man. He set up the blind trust for me back when continue reading …
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