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Chapter Fifty-Nine – Dominion Kidnaps[Part 2]

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“Don’t touch that,” Jax said automatically.

“Relax,” I said. “If they wanted to blow us up, they’d pick a bigger crowd.”

I slid the paper free, careful not to smudge anything that might be a print or chemical residue worth analyzing later.

Unfolded it.

Block letters. Neat. Exact. Efficient.

CLARA.

WE DON’T WANT YOUR MONEY.

WE WANT THE ARCHITECT.

Underneath, in smaller print, a phone number I didn’t recognize and a time.

12:00.

Today.

I read it.

Once.

Twice.

The words stayed the same.

“Let me
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