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Chapter Twelve: What Victoria Knows

Author: Sir Josh
last update publish date: 2026-05-21 15:21:49

Victoria arrived with a box of files and the expression of a woman who had not slept and was not interested in discussing it.

She set the box on my kitchen island, shrugged off her coat, poured herself coffee without asking, and opened the box in one continuous motion that suggested she had been moving at this pace since before she walked through my door. I had known Victoria for fifteen years. I had never once seen her flustered. What I saw instead, when she finally looked up at me, was the pa
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