Chapter 118

Olivia's hand jerked. She nearly sprayed oatmeal across the table.

She grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth.

Robin kept going. "I think it was Matt Parmar. But when I asked him, he said it wasn't."

Olivia narrowed her eyes.

Matt Parmar?

The cold, wooden-faced man who usually followed Neil around lik...

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