CHAPTER 71
“Good evening, Mrs. Temple,” Gallo said when the woman got within thirty feet of the car.
Missy froze. “Good evening.” She fought to keep from shaking.
“You’ve brought my money?”
“Yes. Two hundred thousand dollars in twenties.”
“Unmarked twenties, Mrs. Temple?”
“Yes, of course. I meant to say that.”
“I’d like you to bring the bag forward five paces.…
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