/DEAD MAN’S HAND/“Jack,” Andrew Flynn greeted the man because what else was he supposed to do when the last person he had expected to be opening Sharon Raydor’s front door did so with a carefree smile, clad casually without tie or jacket and his shirt sleeves rolled up. Andy’s first instinct had been to sink to the ground and hope for it to swallow
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