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Chapter 18

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Enzo woke on the porch boards with his cheek stuck to a puddle of spilled wine, and the first thing he heard was laughter.

"Twenty million dollars!" A man on the sidewalk howled and slapped his knee. "I should have asked for a loan before he tripped over his own mouth."

"Walt, hush." Mrs. Palmer tugged her husband's sleeve, but her shoulders were shaking, and the plate of cookies she had brought was already tucked back under her arm. "I left the stove on, and we should go."

"You didn't leave any
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