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Chapter 48

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Marcus called on a Sunday morning while I was making coffee and Caiden was in the shower, and I answered because Marcus called with the energy of someone who had something specific to say and would keep calling until he said it.

"I know about Edinburgh," he said, without greeting.

"Good morning Marcus," I said.

"Good morning. I know about Edinburgh."

"You've known since December," I said. "You saw the postmark."

A pause. "Dana told you I told her."

"Mara told me Dana told her," I said. "The net
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