Julian stood on the wide stone porch, his drink swinging lazily in his right hand as he squinted into the glaring headlights illuminating the driveway. Behind my sedan, three heavy utility vans and a sleek black town car had pulled into a tight formation along the front lawn.When the car door opened, Harrison Vance stepped out first, wearing a crisp charcoal suit and carrying a leather briefcase under his arm. Behind him emerged a team of four uniformed locksmiths, two armed security officers, and a representative from a local real estate asset management
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