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phone.
Mrs. Alvarez stood.
She wrapped Lily in the yellow-duck blanket and followed him into the corridor.
A second man appeared behind her.
He wore the black uniform of Dante’s security team.
Marco froze the image.
That is Nolan Pierce.
Dante’s jaw tightened.
One of yours? I asked.
Seven years.
Marco sounded as though the betrayal had physically wounded him.continue reading …
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