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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: The Journalist

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Sara Kim contacted me.

That was the first thing that surprised me. I had been about to call her. I had Adrian’s nod, I had the number from a contact Olivia had sent me three days ago with the message “she’s good, she’s careful, she’ll listen before she talks,” and I had my phone in my hand. And then my phone rang, and the number on the screen was one I had never seen before, and the voice on the other end said, without preamble: “Ms. Bennett. My name is Sara Kim. I think you’ve been expecting m
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