The Lancaster Dossier

Dante's information arrived at six forty-three in the morning.

Not a file — a call. Boris's voice, precise and unhurried, reading from what had been compiled through the night from Oakhaven's intelligence infrastructure. Lenora sat at the desk with a pen and the back pages of the folder — the blank ones — and wrote as he spoke.

Boris talked for twenty-two minutes.

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The Lancaster family's docume