He pulls out his phone and hands it to me. “Her name is Brenna. She’s Donnelly’s oldest granddaughter. Three brothers, including a twin, and a younger sister. Graduated from Columbia two years ago.” I study the picture on the screen before returning the device to him. “Any man in her life?” Pierce shakes his head. “None, unless he’s extremely well-hidden.” I turn back toward the window, my gaze unseeing. “She’s not what you’re used to, but she’s certainly pretty enough.” It doesn’t matter what she looks like. This is nothing more than a business arrangement. “Tomorrow, I plan on finding new
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