My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
Marcus adjusted his cuff.
“You’ve always been a small man, Michael.”
“Maybe,” I said.
“But I’m the one who has to look at her and tell her the truth.”
Elena touched my elbow.
“Don’t.”
Marcus walked to the door and knocked twice.
The deputy opened it.
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