RACHEL’S pov.

Duncan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then reached for my hand.

“Fine, there was no meeting”

I rolled my eyeballs.

“Tell me something I don’t know”

“I met with Tasha Wood”

“And?”

He shook his head.

“Nothing happened between us”

“Really?” his eyes traced my gaze and they landed on Tasha’s lipstick on his shirt.

“I must have gotten this when I pushed her off me” he clarified.

I glared at him, but nodded at him to continue.

“You know I’m searching for my mother’s murderer, so…”

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

>>An unnamed organization<<

Mr anonymous sat on his office chair, he was swivelling around with his...