Prologue
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Prologue
If Henry Sinclair had been a different man, he might have taken a step back. He might have quailed a little as the gun was c****d, or at least proceeded with some small deference to the weapon. But he was the man he was. And instead Henry laughed—a mirthless blast of scorn, his eyes narrowing with a cold cruel fury.
“By God, I’ll make you regret—”
The shot was unexpected. Death took him by surprise… and so quickly, that he had no time to wonder at a murderer’s defiance.
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