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Hugh stood by himself, sipping his drink as the minutes ticked by slower than ice formed in the sun. He should be happy. The party was a success but right now he didn’t care. He wanted to go back to his room and see Trinity. She’d almost been kidn*pped. He could’ve lost her.
Tim glided across the room toward him, stopping often to chat with friends and even some Almightys. Having been raised by Sarah, Tim was as comfortable here as he was in Ray’s warehouse.
How many others here were leading double lives? Ray had let it slip that the black market was run by an Almighty, but he could’ve been lying. The only thing Hugh knew for certain was that whomever it was had to be wealthy, and those here tonight were the richest of the rich. He studied the guests. He hadn’t considered it b
