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Chapter 15 

“Four words: *Target is naive and controllable.*” 

Those four words made everything horribly clear. 

“Can the handwriting be verified?” 

“I compared it to Francesca’s signatures on file with the 

company.” 

“It’s hers.” 

“Can this report be used as evidence?” 

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“Yes. Combined with the timeline of your patent license and marriage certificate, it creates a very clear evidentiary chain showing that they approached you with a premeditated agenda.” 

“David, hold onto it for now. Don’t use it yet.” 

“When do you want to release it?” 

“After he gives me his answer.” 

“What if he agrees to your terms?” 

“He won’t.” 

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“Because Francesca won’t let him.” 

I hung up. 

I sat at the table and scrolled through the screenshots of the 

report David had sent, page by page. 

Spring, three years ago. 

Marco had suddenly started showing up at the New York Public Library branch I always visited. 

He’d called it a coincidence. 

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I believed him. 

He came for two straight weeks, always sitting near me. 

The third week, he asked me out for coffee. 

The fourth week, he gave me an out-of-print book I’d been 

searching for for years. 

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