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Chapter Six: The Clue
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Evelyn’s breath was steady as she walked away, but her mind was racing. Nathan’s words cut deeper than she cared to admit, but she wouldn’t let it break her. If anything, it fueled her resolve.She couldn’t do this alone. Not anymore.Instead of heading home, she drove straight to a small bar on the outskirts of town, knowing that was her hiding spot. It was the kind of place where people went to be forgotten, where secrets hung in the air like cigarette smoke. She walked in, scanning the room until she found who she was looking for.Mason DeLuca.Former journalist, now an off-the-grid investigator with a reputation for uncovering things that were meant to stay buried. He owed her a favor, and tonight, she was cashing in.Mason raised an eyebrow as she slid into the booth across from him. “Well, well. If it isn’t Detective Cross. You look like hell.”Evelyn didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She pulled out the flash drive and set it on the table between them. “I need this decrypted.
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