CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Fantastic," I said, as I disconnected and stowed the phone. So much for that client. So much for this month’s rent money. What next?
I reviewed the situation. What did I owe Blaine other than a refund—partial refund? He’d tossed me aside like a pair of old shoes. That left me with the decision about the police.
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