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Witnesses Start Dying

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The morning after Thomas died, I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand, James's name flashing across the screen,

I knew before I answered that something else had gone wrong, that another piece of the truth had been snatched away from me, that David was still cleaning house and I was running out of time to stop him.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice hoarse from crying.

"Another witness is dead. Edward Mills, one of David's former accountants. He was found in his apartment t
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