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129 —DIRTY SECRETS…

Penulis: Blaq
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-21 23:59:07

SILVAN

“I never said the FBI was responsible for the disappearance of my watch.” Manuel growls, his Adam’s apple bobbing with annoyance.

“Then how did it end up on the crime scene?”

“I have no bloody idea. I’m telling you the watch was stolen from me.”

I lean forward, refusing to give him any breathing space.

“If you know nothing, why did you pay to cover up evidence?”

A vein nearly pops in his forehead; “Because I knew that if it went out that the watch was found at the crime scene, people would be suspicious of me… just like you are now. And that is exactly what whoever did this hoped to achieve.”

“Do not speak in parables, Mr. Machiavelli.”

Manuel gets to his feet and paces the length of his office, his arms firmly clasped behind his back, his face pulled in a thoughtful expression.

“What is the fastest way to destroy a powerful family, Mr. Rourke?” He turns to me, his brows zipping in a frown. “I’ll tell you what. Enmity.

Whoever planted that watch wanted to destroy the Machiavell
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