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Chapter 75: When Marcus Chooses Sides

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Lucian returns from the detention center. Shaken.

Marcus is waiting in his office. Takes one look at his face.

“That bad?”

“Worse.” Lucian pours whiskey. Hands shake. “He has something. About Ariana. Her father.”

“What about her father?”

“He died when she was sixteen. Car accident. Except Vaughn’s claiming it wasn’t an accident. That there’s more to the story. That Ariana’s been hiding it.” Lucian drinks. “And he has police reports. Investigation files. Witness statements.”

Marcus goes still. “
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