Chapter 82 Four Years Ago—-Final Part

Dr. Daniel pushed open the door of the small bungalow, his chest tightening with every step. The stench of alcohol hit him first. Then his eyes fell on Dr. Ride, lounging on a battered sofa, a half-empty beer bottle in his hand.

“You missed the show,” Ride drawled, smirking as he lifted the bottle ...

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