The Golden Suspect

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Chapter One Did Henrique Almeida know, as he laced his boots in the damp barracks, that the taste of copper in his mouth was the price of the only freedom left to him? He did not ask the question aloud, but the silence of the room, heavy with mildewed wool and stale tobacco, pressed against his eardrums like water. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer with twelve years of...

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