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that had been there for decades. “But he hasn’t succeeded yet. We have the proof now, Clara.”

“He is coming to the house at eleven,” I said. “He left his briefcase.”

“Let him have it,” Raymond said. “But do not let him know what we have found. Not yet.”

By eleven, the morning sun was streaming through the high windows of my studio, catching continue reading …