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Chapter 105: The Staff Confession

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Adrian's POV

I called my mother at eight PM.

Not from my office.

From the car, parked outside Wolfe Tower, in the specific quality of Manhattan evening that existed between the end of the working day and the beginning of everything else. The city moved around the car with its customary indifference and I sat in the back with the ammonite in my hand and the malachite in my pocket and the complete evidence package on my phone and thought about what I was about to do.

I had been thinking about it
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