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out a stack of printed pages.

Not for drama. For survival.

There were the recorder’s filings. The limited authorization form from years ago. The emails the buyer had sent me. The move order. Copies. Neat little piles.

Mr. Talbot looked almost impressed.

“I also spoke to the buyer last night,” I said.

Mara’s head snapped up.

“You what?”

“He was very cooperative continue reading …