Chapter 28 THE PIER

IVY POV

“I needed some air,” I said.

“So I see.” He came forward with his hands in his pockets, a large, comfortable, unhurried man in a dinner jacket in a wet alley, who might have been out for an evening stroll.

“That was Wendell, I think. Drove off in a state.”

*“I didn’t notice who it wa...

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