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hand. He was in his late fifties, built like a retired linebacker, and looked offended by every chair he sat in.

“I made two calls,” he said. “Your husband is either very arrogant or very stupid.”

“Both,” Naomi said.

Martin nodded. “That tracks.”

He laid out the first layer.

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