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KELLAN’S POV

My heart was racing the instant the email notification just dinged into my phone-I'd waited all night for this, every nerve in the body tight and every minute like eternity. I don't have to open it-the mail at least-though I know what has come.

In one smooth motion, my thumb flipped the phone open, and I felt this tinge of urgency mixed with a little trepidation, and there it was staring me right in the face: "Information on Amanda Dawson-Urgent Findings."

"About bloody time," I murmured to myself as I clicked the email open.

The email was short from Thomas, my PI; the attachment was endless: hospital records, bank statements, fraudulent identification documents. It was a tangle of papers documenting Carl's con. My stomach was somersaulting with each passed image.

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Five minutes earlier.