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wasn’t good with words,” Whitmore said gently. “But he was meticulous with documents. This was his way of saying what he couldn’t.”
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
“What do I do now?”
“Now,” he said, “we set the record straight.”
Whitmore let me sit in his office as long as I needed. He made tea, Earl Grey in china cups that looked like they continue reading …
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