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

wanted her out before the surveyor finished his report for the developer,” Marcus said, his hand slowly stroking his beard.

George turned his head quickly, his collar stiff against his neck. “That is an absurd accusation.”

“We have the surveyor’s contract,” I said, my voice growing steady. “We know why you wanted us out by the fifteenth.”

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