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Chapter 9 - THE EVENING PEACEAs dusk settled over the Greenwich estate, painting the Hudson River in brilliant shades of amber and violet, I walked out onto the library balcony.

I held a small glass of scotch, raising it silently toward the fading horizon.

Some people believe that paper trails are boring.

I spent my entire life proving that a well-placed paper trail is the deadliest weapon in the world.

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