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ter

his elder brother, Raymond, leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of dark liquor. Unlike Martin, Raym

rother? Still pretending to be an upstanding

's necessary. Someone has to keep things low-key. Besides, the

ill, I don't know how you put up with those

I get to shape their views, control what they see, and no one suspects a thin

yebrow. "That almos

ling his own drink. "Did

on the table. "And how's business on your e

h without a trace, and no one asks questio

tone suddenly serious. "And what about the family? Y

ame as always-more interested in control than in act

eighteen. She's starting to ask questions. Wants to be

course she doesn't. She still think

ment. "And what about you? Anything

of a second before his expression ha

. "Now that sou

and stood. "I have my own ways of

ips. Martin had always been the quiet one, the controlled one-but b

e him. He had spent years perfecting his dual life-one part respected lecturer, one part silent architect of his family's empi

age from an unknown number. A new transaction had been completed. Another

is mind drifted to the conversation with Raymond. Celeste was getting curious. That could be a problem. Their little sister

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he an

ce on the other end said. "One o

the steering whee

n the laundering operation. Sa

e he remembers why he joined us in the first

erst

less. It was always the same. People thought they could j

nd sat by the window, watching the lights flicker in the distance. He had built a perfect cover-respected, admired, even

e last time that ni

em so

host of a smile playing at his lips.

t of a lecture hall, teaching st

would sus