CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
While I drove back to my apartment, I tried not to obsess over the bits and pieces of information about the Harcourts I had picked up. Not having my flowchart while driving down the road made it harder to fit things together. And the pounding in my head? I thought it had tucked tail and run, but it was back now with a vengeance.
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