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Chapter Seventy-Six: Catherine's Response

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Sebastian

Marcus called at four in the afternoon.

"Catherine's legal team filed their response to the protected witness notification," he said. "Forty minutes ago."

"How long did she have it?" I said.

"Six hours," Marcus said. "She had a response ready in six hours." He paused. "Which means she anticipated the protected witness move and had prepared her counter before we made it."

I looked at the documents on my desk. "What does it say?"

He told me.

Three things, filed simultaneously as a singl
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