The card stock thwipped against my palm. Before my rational brain took over, I snatched my phone up off the bed and made the call. In less than an hour, I had an agent. A business meeting. Five figures sitting in my bank account. And a private investigator on the case with the full run down of everything I could remember about Elizabeth Vaughn. I’d accepted money from an agent and if anyone found out I was toast and so was the FU season. Everything I’d worked for to set myself up and make sure Alexis never had to worry about a thing could be destroyed in the blink of an eye to track down
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