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Maddox
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CHUCK WAS CLEARLY tormented by the idea of Tony ordering a hit on Cody. Even after the s**t he’d pulled, she still didn’t want to believe he was that corrupt.
“It’s late. Let’s get ready for bed,” I said, trying to change the subject.
Chuck nodded.
We turned off the television.
“What do you think Bruce is going to do?” she whispered later, as I held her in my arms.
“Try to find some evidence to back up his story, I guess.”
“You don’t think he’ll try and kill my father?”
“Not everyone is a murderer,” I replied, closing my eyes. “Try to get some sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
THE NEXT MORNING we didn’t get much time to talk. After making myself a quick bite to eat and filling a canister with coffee, I promised to send someone over later
