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

exactly how George had inflated the expenses while letting the building rot.

“Is that daddy’s paper?” Lily whispered, her small voice barely reaching my ear.

“No, baby,” I said. “This is our paper.”

I slid the lease into the folder with the utility receipts, aligning the edges until they were perfectly straight.

“We have to go see Marcus now,” I said.

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