The two men slammed Gabe against a wall. “What the hell did you do to her?” Ashbury snarled. His scarred face twisted with anger. “I demand answers.” “I demand answers, too,” the other one said. Chase, Penny had called him. “We were taking the otter out to the country. The carriage axle splintered, and we were delayed.” “Oh, please,” Chase said. “A carriage accident? I’ve devised a great many excuses in my life, and that’s the most hackneyed tale in the book.” “In the book?” Gabe asked. “There’s no book.” “Yes, there is,” Chase snapped, defensive. “And if there’s not, I’m writing one.” “Forget
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