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Chapter Eleven
“Would you please stop that?” Stan lifted his head and pushed his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry.” Ray had been going through files after files, taking notes, and began tapping his pen on his notepad. “Nothing makes any sense.”
“You’re just chasing bare-backed Jackals.”
“Have you seen these photographs?” Ray said standing and slammed the table in anger. “This is not something an animal would do, this is something...” He flopped back into his seat, feeling defeated. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s something.”
After receiving all the Silver Springs Farm documents and files from Angie, he scrutinized every detail, dot, and dash. Nothing seemed out of place. Even taxes were up to date - information which he didn’t really need.”
“Why don’t you just calm down, go on a coffee run or something, you’ll feel bet
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