Chapter 70 THE SAME ROUTE

“My route is the same,” Zane said.

It had two meanings. They both knew it.

“Yes,” Pruitt said. “It is.”

He finished his tea. Stood. Looked at Grand-Jo.

“The curtains,” he said, looking at the samples on the table.

“Cream,” Grand-Jo said.

“Good choice,” Pruitt said. “Marcus always said the ye...

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