Chapter 26

  Frederico Grey Volkov

  I stopped looking at the clock.

  The numbers had become a taunt — 11:47 p.m. turning into 11:52, then 12:03. She wasn't coming. Or perhaps she was testing me. Either way, the waiting had become unbearable. I stood up, the whiskey glass still in my hand, and walked to the m...

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