The Maid’s Daughter Who Stopped a $250 Million Lie Before the Pen Fell

Whitcomb’s advisers were whispering.

Someone slid the contract toward him.

Then I noticed Ava staring.

Not at the men.

Not at the lake.

At the land grant.

Her face had gone still in a way I knew.

It was the face she made when a puzzle locked into place.

At first, I wanted to shake my head at her.

No, Ava.

Do not.

Whatever you are thinking, keep it inside.

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