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Present “ANY LEADS ON DARINA?” I ASKED ORAN WHILE WE SAT AROUND OUR grandparents’ house on Thanksgiving. I was asking more out of politeness than concern. That girl was long gone—part of the skin trade or at the bottom of the Hudson—but either way, looking was futile. “Yes, actually.” Surprised, I lifted my gaze from my phone. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. I was able to track down her last known location.” “No s**t? Where was she?” A muscle twitched in his jaw. “If you recall, Caitlin followed her brother to learn more about who he was working with, which led her to Damyon. I’d thought maybe he’d been responsible for Darina’s disappearance, but it turns out Damyon had gone to Lawrence Wellington’s house the day she followed him. That’s where she took Darina.” f**k me sideways. That was unexpecte
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