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“Anyway, sorry to be late,” Harrell said. “I called Mercy and she’s cued everything up.” Harrell took a seat in the cart on the towel Stilwell had spread. “Yes, sir,” Stilwell said. “Just a few D-and-Ds and a wobbler.” “Tell me about the wobbler,” the judge said.
Nightshade: A Novel (Catalina Book 1)
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