The Sinclair Contract
The Sinclair Contract The divorce papers landed on my desk with the sound of a man dropping a hammer in an empty church. Verla Sinclair looked at them, looked at me, and said, "Sign it. Then help me find out who killed my father." I picked up the pen. I signed it. And in doing so, I signed something else -- not a divorce, but a confession, because by the time I held that pen, I already knew who...
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