Chapter 16 The Mark They Hid.

QUINN’S POV

“Somebody go after her.”

The man was on his feet at the third table before the echo of the doors had died, grey-bearded, one hand braced flat on the wood.

“Sit down, Harlow.”

“I will not sit down.” Harlow’s hand came off the table and stabbed toward the doors. “That woman said she dr...

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