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9. The Meeting

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SOFIA

Franco's funeral was held at St. Agnes Church. It was a quick and short ceremony, and there were only a handful of people there. I sat in the back and watched the entire thing, while a numbness settled over me. And when the coffin was carried out to the graveyard, I stayed a short distance away and watched as he was lowered into the ground.

After the burial, I made my way to his grave and placed the roses I'd bought on his headstone. Even though I wanted to cry as I stared at it, I steeled myself and simply stood up. I was dressed in all black, with a scarf around my head and large sunglasses. So I could walk away without anyone recognizing me.

Maybe I was just being paranoid. Or maybe being inconspicuous was my own way of coping with the tragedy. But there was no way I would be expected to believe that this didn't have something to do with the flash drive. I mean what were the odds that someone would break into his office a day before we met, ransack the place but not take an
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