Veiled Enigmas (5 ratings) by Reagan Rothe
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Angelica Stone (soon to be Angelica Lamb) watched the blood trickle down
from the cuts in her wrists. The sight of the briefcase’s contents had been too
much for her to handle. The briefcase contained nothing. It was empty.
Angelica would have died for what she thought was in that case; well¼ she
did.
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Thomas smiled as he stared out his window and watched the clouds pass by.
I wonder what Angelica is doing right now. He leaned his head back
and slept the rest of the way to Paris.
THE END
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