The Secret Whisperer
“That’s the thing. No one knows. It’s one of those lost treasures, the kind people kill for.”
The tone of the man's voice made Leila shiver. She thanked him nevertheless, and turned to leave, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this story. So she climbed back up the stairs, her mind buzzing with hypothesis. When she finally made it outside, she hopped into her snowmobile and headed back to the chalet. Once inside, she filled Wolfie’s bowl, trying to ignore the unease prickling at the back of her neck. Then she grabbed her iPad, fired it up, and typed “Mikhail Grossman” into the search bar.
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