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Preston hadn't panicked once in thirty years.That fact had become something close to identity the kind of thing people said about him at dinners he barely remembered attending. Preston Wexley doesn't rattle. He'd built an empire on that reputation as much as on the accounts hidden three shells deep, because control, real control, wasn't about what you did when things went well.It was about what people saw when things didn't.Which was why, standing at his study window at six in the morning, staring down at a garden his own security team couldn't explain, Preston made absolutely certain his hands stayed still.Behind him, the head of security shifted his weight, waiting."Say it again," Preston said, without turning."Two sets of impressions in the grass. Signs consistent with a physical struggle. No entry into the residence. Nothing taken." A pause. "We don't have a clean explanation, sir.""Then find one.""We

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Julian didn't get many visitors.That was by design, mostly a reputation carefully maintained even from inside a cell, the kind that made most people think twice before requesting a slot on his list. But the man who sat across from him now wasn't on any official visitor log. He'd come through the same channel everything important came through: quietly, expensively, and off the books entirely."You look like you didn't sleep," Julian said, studying him.The man's hands were still faintly scraped, a bruise blooming dark along one side of his jaw. He hadn't bothered to hide it, which told Julian something on its own a man that rattled didn't usually care about appearances anymore."I didn't," the man said."Tell me."The man's throat worked once before he spoke, like the words themselves were difficult to get out."Someone was already at the property," he said. "Before I could get anywhere near the house. I didn't even hear h

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The tip came through Lennox's old contact inside the prison a guard he'd once paid for small favors, back before Julian's arrest made every favor exponentially more valuable.Something changed with Ward today. He made a call. Different tone than usual. Scared, almost.Lennox read it twice before showing it to Rowan."Scared isn't a word people use about Julian," he said."No," Rowan agreed. "It isn't."They met at Rowan's apartment within the hour Taryn arriving last, still in her work clothes, a folder tucked under one arm like she'd grabbed it on her way out the door without stopping to think."I couldn't focus at the office anyway," she said, by way of explanation, dropping the folder on the kitchen table. "Not after what happened at the estate."Rowan pulled out a chair for her without comment. The three of them settled around the table the way they had a dozen times before, except tonight felt different

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