The Woman Who Could Tell the Tale
My hands clenched tight around the edge of the table.
“Where is he?” I demanded.
“At a private foundation in Denver called the Hope Center,” Courtney answered.
“It gets regular funding from the Harlan Group.”
We drove to Denver that same night.
Gavin, Courtney, and I crossed the highway in total silence, two private security guards trailing close behind us.
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