Chapter 88 I Beg Your Pardon?

THREE DAYS LATER— NEW YORK

Two black-and-white patrol SUVs rolled through the towering steel gates of the Lock's grand estate at exactly 9:07 a.m., tires crunching the pea gravel of the long private drive. Sunlight slanted through the bare branches overhead, flashing off the light bars. The v...

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