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Chapter 6

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Declan sat through the meeting in silence.

Board members and stakeholders argued back and forth, voices rising and falling, but he remained unmoved. Every now and then, he sensed eyes drifting toward him. Measuring, gauging, waiting for a reaction. None came.

Somehow, he was still in the restaurant.

Still watching the killer.

All he could do then—and now—was grit his teeth in slow, grinding agony.

Waiting.

Waiting until he had her in his clutches.

“Declan, are you following?”

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