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Chapter 67 — What the Money Was For

作者: Spli_vena
last update 公開日: 2026-07-05 23:25:50

Kelvin pov

Donald Hargrove was waiting outside my building when I got back from the studio.

Not lurking. Donald didn’t lurk; lurking was for men who thought they might be wrong to be somewhere. He stood on the pavement with his coat open despite the cold, hands loose at his sides, the posture of a man who had simply decided this was where he would be standing today, and everyone else’s schedule would have to work around it.

“Mr. Rae.”

He didn’t offer a hand.

“Donald.”

I stopped a careful distan
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