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Chapter 20: The Drive

Penulis: Sir Josh
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-30 14:09:50

I looked at the USB drive sitting on the counter between us and did not reach for it immediately.

That restraint cost me something. Every instinct I had was pulling toward it, toward the information inside it, toward the next piece of the picture that had been assembling itself since I had stood in Victor’s study in the dark with a phone and a set of copied keys. But reaching for it too quickly would tell Lillian something about where my control was, and I needed her to understand that my contr
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