Chapter 61 Chapter 61

Wren POV

Marsh calls the next afternoon, and this time her voice carries something almost like exasperation instead of dread.

"It's Sled," she says.

I blink. "Sled? Our Sled? The part-timer who barely comes in twice a week?"

"That Sled." A dry note creeps into her voice. "Whitfield's lawyer h...

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