rror in her massive bedroom, apply
buzzed on
email from the private inves
ned the a
f a bulletproof SUV at the Obsidian Estate. There were pho
one tightened until he
nd acidic, burn
issed to herself. "How the
ions or the money. In Carly's mind, t
e vanity. Bottles of perfume and expensive makeup c
ne, her thumbs flyi
getting out of the luxury SUV
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to the St. Jude's school forum a
e study of the Obsidian Estate, Aron L
ed, carrying a thick manila fo
Ayla Haley, boss," Morga
e pulled out the stack of
t showed terrible grades, multiple truancy records, a stint working the fryer
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oss," Morgan said, shaking hi
ion record. His long, calloused finger began to tap
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ent. "How does a girl who flips burgers in Nevada know the
r drained from his fac
file and tossed it
scination. "It's too perfect. Every stamp is flawless. Every signature
s had access to go
dered. "If we keep digging, we'll tri
St. Jude's, Ayla and Clotilde we
re no longer just staring; they were po
is over sixty," a cheerleader snicker
ulled out her phone and
t this! They're saying you're a sugar bab
the screen. She saw the photo of
low, dark smirk sprea
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