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stamp, pressed it onto an ink pad, and brought it down on my copy of the authorization form with a sharp thud.

“This is legal now,” Raymond said, handing me the receipt. “I will drive down to Mason this afternoon and see what they are hiding.”

“Thank you, Raymond,” I said, pausing to tuck the receipt into my pocket.

“Do not thank me yet,” Raymond whispered.continue reading …