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a cup of hot tea as I took my seat.

“Did she follow you?” he asked, his dry baritone steady.

“She tried to block the driveway,” I said, taking a sip of the tea.

“Julian’s lawyer filed their final brief at three o’clock,” Raymond said, pulling a sheet of paper from his pocket.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“They are relying entirely on the listing agreement continue reading …