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“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

"Although the agreements with Tanaka didn't materialize. That man knows how to appreciate the value of what we offer." Suddenly, Richard fixed his gaze on me with a strange expression. "And you, Luke... how did the gala end for you? Frederick said you went to rest early." "It was very... educational," I responded with a mocking smile as I took a seat. "I didn't know the Bayrons were into human trafficking. The auction of those girls was quite a show of class." Richard frowned, dropping his silverware onto the plate with a metallic clang. "Watch your language, Luke. Don't talk about business you don't understand."

Susan grumbled and then chose the vegetables that would be cooked later. "Hurry up, don't take too long," said the vegetable seller. "Yes, how much is this?" asked Susan, handing over the vegetables she wanted to buy. "Thirty-two rupiah. Hurry up! If my wife catches me, I'll be in trouble," complained the greengrocer when he saw Susan taking so long to get the money. "Gosh, I only have thirty ru ...," Susan's speech was interrupted when the greengrocer immediately snatched the money Susan handed over.

Lainie Everest couldn't believe her brother was thinking of having a bonfire in one-hundred-degree weather. "They'll come out to see you hauled to the loony bin," she said with a small laugh. "I think you're crazy, but then, that's never stopped you from carrying out one of your crazy schemes, yet." She took a sip of her coffee as she sat on the edge of her bed—Josh's bed, really—listening to how her brother intended to bring the backwater community of Bull Creek together against Bane Kastner.

BROOKS When we left the hospital, Jonah looked at me and said, “What in the hell did you do to my friend Brooks? What happened before you called me and told me to go to her window? Don't say nothing, because your hand is fractured and she is in the hospital with bandages on her wrist and talking about anti-depressants, and before you say it, YES I know what they are." I looked at my 14-year-old brother and said when in the hell did you become so grown? He said,

“Goodbye Nathaniel. Drink some coffee. You look terrible.” As she walked down the grand steps toward the waiting car, Lillian felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation in her chest. The war wasn't over, and the Brooks Group board would undoubtedly strike back, but for the first time since she walked out of Oakfield, she didn't feel like she was fighting alone. Nathaniel Brooks had finally discovered his own currency, and it wasn't something that could be wired to a bank account.

"Jack, it takes two to make right. Even if you're trying to protect your friend, you still have to understand right from wrong. Whether you admit it or not, I am still your elder. Now that things have come to this point and the Brooks family has already been sold, I will give her One million. Let's stop talking about this matter. What do you say?" Jack smirked and hooked his lips. "One million? Mr. Brooks thinks I can't come up with such a measly sum?" "Then what do you want?"

“It means whatever happened that night… wasn’t random.” •••••••••••••••• Adrik The safehouse where I met Agent Brooks was quiet—no one around but the hum of a vending machine in the hallway. Brooks sat casually at the edge of a table, files in hand, smug as always. His coat was still wet with snow, tie loosened. An image of stress and cunny behavior. “You said you had something for me.” He slid a folder across the table. “I did some digging. Your mother’s case file was… messy. But I found something.”