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“What exactly are you implying?” I demanded. Conner lowered his gun but took a menacing step forward. “You throwing your own f*****g wife to the wolves just to save yourself?” “You three truly think I’m capable of that?” Oran sneered, his eyes cutting to each of us. My hackles raised. “You’d be forced to come to the same conclusions as us if you were in our position. Now, tell us whatever the f**k it is you have to say.” He took a deep, weary breath, his shoulders sagging. “Something didn’t sit right after Dad’s death. I couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling that it was all too coincidental, but I didn’t know how else to explain it. Then the guns were stolen.” He ran a hand through his hair. “My notes about the exchange were at my home office, thinking it was safer than here at the club. No o
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