The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

said.

Jolene walked to the kitchen table and picked up a file.

“Your father knew the Harringtons before you did.”

I didn’t take it.

She put it down anyway.

“He taught Victoria’s nephew in Columbus. Kid got caught selling exam keys. Your dad reported it. Victoria tried to bury him. He kept copies of everything. Not just that. Other stuff. Old stuff.”

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