Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
I turned back to Desmond by the sink.
He was staring at a stack of mail on the counter.
“Look at me,” I said.
Desmond finally raised his head.
His face was completely pale.
“You knew,” I said.
Desmond looked at Ranata, then back at me.
He nodded once, very slowly.
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