Since the death of my father, I was reclusive to a fault. I’m self-aware enough to realize that. My self-imposed solitude never bothered me before, but it was a liability now that I had what I hoped would be a solid lead on Raptor. Did I know who was part of the elite local social scene? Even if I did, would I have any clue how to get cozy with them?
It’s a damn good thing I remembered to check the mail today because my bank statement – and a stroke of genius – was waiting for me. [Read more...]
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