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CHAPTER 74

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Somewhere in the Mediterranean – 2 Weeks Later

The yacht cut through turquoise waves, the 120-foot vessel skimming the water with the effortless grace of old money. Salt spray stung my face as I stood at the stern, watching our wake carve a transient path through the Mediterranean. The horizon stretched endlessly, blue meeting blue in a seamless boundary that promised freedom, anonymity, escape. Two weeks since Dubai. Two weeks since Michael Coleman's empire collapsed into dust and federal in
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