Chapter Seventy-Three: Cheap Trash

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Beth I felt an immediate and all too familiar flush of mortification as Gabe looked down at me with bleary, bloodshot eyes. It was bad enough for him to throw a tantrum in the privacy of home. But for him to start a scene in the middle of a classy place like The Cove was beyond humiliating. “Did you find the kid?” He asked. He wobbled a little bit, and then grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the table. “Yes, we did.” “You know the police showed up at my place and questioned me? They even wanted to search my house! What a f.ucking s**t show.” “Even I’d she’s not your biological daughter, she is your niece,” Raphael growled. “You raised her for the first six years of her life. You could at least show a modicum of concern.” Gabe rolled his head back in Rafe’s direction, and wagged a fi

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