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Driving home, he kept Wagner on low volume and got stuck in the usual George Street blockade. He sensed Vlad had something else over him but could not figure out what. One affair was as bad as five. Victoria would not forgive him for one, let alone all the others, so what difference did it make if Vlad had done some snooping and found a trail of adulteries? Vlad was small-time anyway; probably a brothel owner importing European girls on fake passports or a standover man who could out-muscle the weak and the easily intimidated.
Tom’s business dealings were all fair and above board. Even the government saw that his mantra of ethics and profits was not a sham. So, what else? He had no skeletons in the family closet—indeed the closet was burnt and empty. He drove down through the tunnel t
