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Jackson remained standing in front of the photograph long after the librarian had walked away, his eyes fixed on Roy's smiling face. It was almost fascinating how easily a camera could lie. The photograph captured a generous businessman cutting a ribbon in front of a room full of smiling children. It captured gratitude, generosity and civic pride. It didn't capture the countless lives Roy had quietly ruined behind closed doors. It didn't capture the businesses that had mysteriously failed after refusing to cooperate with him. It didn't capture the people who had been intimidated into silence or the families forced to start over because they had unknowingly crossed paths with the wrong man. The photograph wasn't false; it simply wasn't complete. That, Jackson realised, was Roy Martins' grea
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