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Jackson remained motionless inside his car, the phone pressed tightly against his ear. The silence between him and Melissa wasn't awkward. It was the kind of silence that existed when two people were thinking the exact same thing but neither wanted to be the first to say it aloud. Matthew Martins was afraid. Not nervous. Not cautious. Afraid. During every encounter Jackson had had with him, Matthew had carried himself with quiet confidence. Whether he was threatening Jackson, sharing a drink with him at the bar, or casually returning his wallet that morning, there had always been an air of control about him. Matthew was the sort of man who looked like he could walk into a room full of enemies without his heartbeat changing. Yet that morning... His eyes had betrayed him. There had b
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