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2021-04-02 14:46:27“Andrew, there must be at least a thousand people in this city with connections to Tammany Hall,” Evelyn countered. “Right now, you’re angry with her. I don’t think you’re thinking clearly on this.”
It had been a long time since he’d lost his temper with her, but she could see it the instant he hit flashpoint. A dark scowl settled over his face and his mutable blue-green eyes glittered dangerously with cruel shards of green.
Wide-eyed, she cringed, watching in bewilderment when he sat up abruptly, then turned his head so he could go on staring down his straight, narrow nose at her. “A few days ago after we listened to Ned Jenner’s story, you told me I should trust my intuition. Well, my intuition says my mother has something to do with all of this.” His smooth Ivy League voice carried an edge.
She was sorely tempted to disagree, but given the circumstances, it would only serve to rile him more. Se
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