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to a cold whisper. “The handwriting analyst was very specific about the pen pressure.”

He closed his eyes, his breathing shallow.

“Raymond,” Julian said, “can we have ten minutes alone?”

Raymond looked at me, waiting for my nod before he stood up. He adjusted his glasses, set his handkerchief back in his breast pocket, and walked out of the room, leaving continue reading …