The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
Kelsey’s hand found mine.
I held on.
“Three of the addresses he provided were false.
The post office box in Burlington was rented using corporate identification tied to a dormant Farrington Enterprises vendor account.”
I looked up sharply.
“A vendor account.”
“If someone inside the firm assisted in this, I want proof before I accuse anyone.”
A long silence on the tape.
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