“I Answered an Emergency Call as a Paramedic — The Patient Was My Wife”

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“I’ve made contact,” Colette said. “We have dinner scheduled for Saturday at his suite.”

Tristan’s hands clenched into fists as they discussed cameras, drugs to ensure cooperation, payment structures. Five million dollars they’d demand. Four hundred thousand would be Colette’s cut.

After the meeting, Tristan learned that Matthew Olsen didn’t exist—he continue reading …