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Chapter 95: The Private Investigator

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Serena's POV

The report arrived on Monday evening.

I was at my apartment, the one on the Upper East Side that I had chosen specifically for its address and its light and the particular quality of its views which communicated the right things to the right people, and I was sitting at my desk with a glass of wine I had been nursing for an hour when the encrypted message came through from the investigator.

I opened it.

I read it once quickly.

Then I sat back and read it again slowly the way I read
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