Chapter 60 LOW-BUDGET SPIES, RED STRING, AND CHAOS THEORY (PART TWO)

Forty minutes later, I was in my living room.

I had shoved our battered sofa to the center of the room. Screeeech. I'd cleared the main wall, taking down the three cheap landscape paintings Mara had bought on clearance.

I brought out my entire arsenal: neon sticky notes, masking tape, permanent ma...

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