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Wow, Ryske had screwed it up. Big time. Her Crash didn’t do anything by half. Sleeping with Yarker’s wife wasn’t a difficult instruction. Bringing a second woman into it, Parratt’s woman, would’ve been a quick way to get back on his creditor’s bad side.
“Did Ryske know the other woman, this Lydia, was Parratt’s mistress?” Harlow asked.
Circling her wrist in a flippant wave, Ophelia smiled. “This is Ryske we’re talking about,” she said. “Do we think for a moment that it would’ve mattered if he did?”
No. When it came to s*x, little mattered to Ryske… except avoiding doing it with her. Harlow was beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t her place to get involved with this. Ophelia knew the details and the players, and she had known Ryske for years before Harlow came on the scene. The bea
