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the scorched shell of the garage.

The front lawn was covered in wet ash and charred debris.

Rita stared with her mouth open.

“You told me it was a three-story luxury home!”

“It was.”

“What about the insurance?” Rita demanded.

Victor hesitated.

“The property insurance policy is under Sarah’s name.”

Rita slowly looked him up and down—his poorly buttoned coat,continue reading …