THE DEVIL'S LEDGER
Verna walked into my office without knocking, and that was the first thing that told me this wasn't going to be a normal day. She was beautiful in the way that makes you suspicious—dark hair, dark eyes, a dress that said she knew exactly what she was and used it like a weapon. "Jack Callahan?" she said. "That's what it says on the door." She placed a locked steel briefcase on my desk. It was...
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