Chapter 8
At nine in the morning, Donald sat in his study with bloodshot eyes. Last night's phone call had kept him awake all night.
The doorbell rang. Private investigator Jake Morrison arrived right on time, carrying a heavy file box.
"What I told you on the phone last night was just the tip of the iceber...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
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