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"Julia, what’s wrong?" Maggie asked as soon as she buzzed me into the office. She was wearing jeans and a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt with the Stop-N-Store logo emblazoned on the pocket.
"I’ve been with the police. Paolo Ianello, in fact. Remember that woman we met at the Handlers’ party? Liliana Rojas?"
"Well, you met her. I just saw her from a distance."
"She's dead, Maggie. I found her in her apartment when I went to return her husband’s papers. She’s been murdered."
"Oh God," Maggie sighed. She collapsed on to the stool behind the counter. "Oh my God. First Alan and now this woman. What’s going on, Julia?"
"I don’t know. Someone really wanted to silence these people. But who?"
"O’Neal. It has to be . . . he’s the only one that makes sense."
"Maybe. I mean, we don’t know th
