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Ophelia was expecting her. She didn’t say it, but Harlow could tell when the woman opened the door that she’d known this moment would come.
Neither of them spoke. Ophelia stepped back to hold the door open, letting Harlow come inside. Going over to the couch, Harlow took a seat without invitation. Her nerves were solid, not a hint of anxiety. They only wavered when she noticed the three urns on the mantelpiece. The central one took the place of the glass display box that had once showcased the engagement ring as a monument to Ryske. The sight served as a reminder of the real human cost of Ophelia’s game.
Only one of the urns was the same as before; the other two were new. One of those, she guessed, would contain Jarvis Hagan. The man who had spoken his last words to her; the man who
