Chapter 156 THE PUPPET MASTER

~ANNETTE'S POV~

Richard looked like a man who hadn't slept in a week.

He was pacing the length of the rented, windowless office I'd chosen for our meeting, his hands shaking. He smelled like worn scotch and manic misery.

"Where is she, Annette?" he demanded, stopping to slam his hands on the ...

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