Chapter 12: Pressure Point (Caleb POV)

I’m still leaning on the bar, staring at the cash piles, when Ryan sets the tape down. His words hang there—someone’s stealing, or we’re bleeding money—and my head’s spinning. Fifty bucks short, maybe more. It’s not much, but it’s enough to twist the knife. I’m about to ask something—maybe about Lea...

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