Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

turkey sandwiches, the steam rising between us.

“I saw a folder on his desk,” I said, leaning closer to the table. “A sales contract for the building. It was for four hundred and eighty thousand dollars.”

Martha stopped stirring her tea, her spoon clicking against the ceramic rim. “With Apex?”

“Yes,” I said. “How did you know?”

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