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there was nothing Jack McCloud would not do for Nolan Kerr.
Nothing.
So when Nolan lay in that hospital bed with tubes running from his body like roots trying to hold him to earth, and he looked at Jack through morphine-heavy eyes, Jack listened.
“I need you to look after Angela.”
Jack frowned.
“Who?”
“My cousin. My mother’s sister’s daughter.”
Nolan coughed,continue reading …
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