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Chapter 26: What She Carries

Autor: Evelyn D
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-15 23:35:30

We checked out before the woman at the front desk had finished her first coffee.

Luca moved fast without looking like he was moving fast, which I'd noticed was a skill of his. Bag in hand, key on the counter, back in the car before I'd fully processed we were leaving. I pulled the door shut and we were already rolling out of the car park.

"The Vanchis," I said. "How far does their reach go?"

He checked the mirror before he answered. "Far enough, I guess."

"That's not specific."

"I don't know,
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