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Chapter Forty Five : After you darling.

Auteur: Ethan Choi
last update Date de publication: 2024-09-29 00:43:58
In the bakery van behind the church in Saint-Martial, nobody had touched a croissant for forty minutes.

They'd heard all of it: carburettors, Annabel, I filled Thursday, a man on an empty road on a Tuesday night, I made a profit on your father's leg. Antoine had sat through it on an upturned crate with his face in his hands. Mercer had written down every word, though the recording didn't need him to, because writing was something to do with his hands. And Rafe had stood at the back of the van wi
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