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Chapter Fifty: Lila’s Pivot

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Victoria called at eleven-fifteen on a Tuesday morning with the specific quality in her voice that she produced when something had occurred that she had not anticipated and was not going to pretend otherwise.

“Lila Monroe Blackwood called my office this morning,” she said. “Directly. My direct line, not the main number. Which means she had done research before she made the call.”

I set down my coffee. “What did she want?”

“A meeting. Today if possible. She said she has information about private
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