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A floorboard creaked in the dining room. I snapped the briefcase lid down and slid the latch back into place just as Julian walked back into the parlor, a half-filled glass of water in his hand.

He stopped in the doorway, his eyes falling directly on his briefcase, then shifting slowly up to my face.

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