Chapter 53

Sela

 

Brooke had gone very still beside me, and her voice came out barely above the music. "Goddamn it, Sela," she whispered. "That's the Varga mark. The crown and the three nails. They run every dock and every door south of Fourteenth Street, and he's not a soldier —" she swallowed — "he's one of ...

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