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Robert Hayes stated. The words hung in the cig
ather sofa like a smug cat. She chose the single armchair farthest from the
o honor that
ilent. She adju
is is a sacrifice. But your sister, Chloe, is so youn
they wrapped around a porcelain coffee cup. They had broug
ref
a whisper, but it sliced
k. "You have no right! This family has fed
harpening into a razor‑thin smile as she turned
ross the coffee table. It sto
zed, her stomach twisting into a hard
cial report on your grandmother's death," she purred. "An ac
s turned white. Her grandmother-the only person w
worry some unfortunate new evidence might find its way to the police. It would
es couldn't hide the chill in her eyes. It was a blu
last words echoed:
ed, she needed access, power,
en warned to fear, suddenly looked l
id flatly. She needed c
ged a triumphant glance
heckbook from her purse. She scribbled a n
folded it, and tuck
s the w
aid. "The Sinclairs
d. "I und
oor, her back straight, her small
u get to the Sinclair estate, remember who
nd. A tiny, ice‑cold
or, shutting out
y weak. She took off her glasses. The meek, plain girl vanished,
a quick, encrypted message: Plan B
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