My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.
“Perceived collateral isn’t collateral.”
“No.
But perception has value.”
“Not to me.”
Voss slipped a hand into his coat pocket.
Ortega shifted.
Slowly, Voss took out an envelope.
“I’m not here to threaten you.
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