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“Nick heard the glass set down on a hard surface.  His inclination was to turn.  To watch.  But there was something in the manners of it all.  Like he was bound by tradition.  He couldn’t turn to the man who’s wife he was fucking that he found dead days later.  Nick wondered if the guy could have done it.  Slipped into the property and hung her.”

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Westgate: A Nick Marino Mystery

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