Daniel’s Demand

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Daniel’s steps crunched on the gravel. “You’re sitting on stolen money,” he said. “That letter proves it.” Hensley didn’t move.
“It proves my brother tried to put things right.” Daniel’s eyes flicked to the lilacs. “Then why hide it?” “Because,” Hensley said, steady now, “some things weren’t safe to tell.”
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