CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2027 6:29pm
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Hannah hated getting played. She was smarter than that. And Marcus Helkar didn’t seem like the type. But now she was sitting at her desk looking at a medical examiner’s report because he was that type after all. There was that part of her that admired what he was doing, taking ownership of the situation, but it was a tiny part. When his assistant or receptionist or whoever she was had told her he left that little part didn’t matter. Going after him was pointless. She had no authority to stop him. Her job had been to convince him his choice was a poor one. That hadn’t worked. It was tough to accept. It always was. She had still been prepared to chase after him, drive to his house and confront him, take one last shot at te
