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Chapter 16: The Man at the Door

作者: Priscilla Jude
last update 公開日: 2026-07-06 07:26:06

Madeline's POV

Calloway arrived at Dara's at two in the morning with a recorder, a laptop, and the particular alertness of a journalist who had trained himself not to need sleep when something important was moving.

He was younger than I expected, early forties, with the kind of face that made you think he had heard everything and was still capable of being surprised. He shook my hand and set up without small talk, which I respected immediately.

"I want to be clear about something before we star
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