Chapter 81 COUSIN DANIEL, THE FILE ROOM, AND THE TELLTALE LIPSTICK

The fifteenth-floor file room was nothing like the gloomy basement three. It was a small room lined with shiny, movable metal shelving units, lit by bright white LED lights, and so sterile you could perform open-heart surgery on the center desk.

It was three in the afternoon on a Wednesday. Two day...

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