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The Depth of the Root

Auteur: Jsommi
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-12 14:37:48

Thomas Calloway.

Cross had pulled his file on her laptop before she finished saying the name. She turned the screen around so the table could see and Sloane looked at the face of a man she had never seen before and tried to understand what it meant that he existed.

He left the Bureau six years ago, Cross said. His official departure was characterized as retirement. In reality there had been an internal investigation into financial irregularities that was closed without charges after witnesses d
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