Alex stared at the wall of secrets, the air humming with quiet tension. He took a shaky breath and turned to the girl, who was now pacing.
“They knew I’d follow the money,” he said.
“They always know,” she replied without looking at him. “But they didn’t think you’d survive long enough to understand what it meant.”
He walked toward the photographs, trailin…
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