My Brother Brought a Moving Truck to My New House

chest. “My sister. Yeah.”

“And do you have permission from Ms. Sutton to enter the property or remove any personal items from the residence?”

He gave a short laugh. That ugly little laugh he used when he wanted everyone in the room to know he thought they were stupid.

“This is a family matter.”

The older deputy didn’t blink. “That’s not what I asked.”

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