Chapter 85 Doyle's Real Game

(Nora's POV)

"Emory, run!"

My voice bounces off the iron walls and comes back at me twice. Nobody runs. Out of the dark near the door, a shape steps forward and lays something cold against the back of Emory's neck.

"Easy, Mr. Sutter," Harlan says. "I'd hate to be clumsy."

Harlan. The man who dro...

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