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Updated: Oct 31, 2019
Updated: Oct 31, 2019
When she put her thumb on the hammer, he arched away. “Now hold on, sugar. No need for that. I ain’t here to cause trouble. Just a man...
Icy wind gusted through the doorway. She pushed it closed as he pulled a slip of paper out of his coat pocket and shoved it toward her...
“Transomb. Jack Transomb.” Briefly, he lifted the brim of his derby and she caught a glimpse of dark eyes. “Well, if you’re here about...
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