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I left my wife outside in the freezing cold because my sister yelled, “That woman is using you”; when I opened the balcony door I found a fingerprint, a cigarette butt and an unfinished letter, but what destroyed me the most was knowing who those $8,000 were really for.

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Hours later, Owen arrived at the apartment with a sealed envelope. “The glass had traces of the same substance,” Owen said. “And the hair belongs to a woman named Paige Brewer.”

Liam frowned. “I don’t know her.”

Owen looked at him seriously. “But Gwen did. They were friends since high school, and Paige works in an agrochemical factory.”

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