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The sickening feeling in my stomach sharpens, twisting like a knife.

Jared was a private investigator before shifting careers, and if he’s handing me something, it’s not a casual gesture.

It means there’s something in there, something significant, and most likely something I won’t like.

“What’s this about?” I press, though I already know he won’t answer.

He just stares at me, unmoving. “You’ll wan