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sun had already dipped behind the tall pines, leaving the sky a dark, bruised purple.

“Raymond,” I called out, pausing to steady my steps on the gravel. “Did you find the ledger?”

Raymond cleared his throat, his raspy voice sounding thin in the open driveway. He did not look at me directly as he reached for his car keys.

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