Chapter Sixty. Rowan

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Rowan

I pace back and forth.

I have been for hours.

My adrenaline was high. Then it crashed. And now my wheels are turning and I can’t stop thinking.

There’s only one feasible answer.

One right answer.

Get the $30 million and try to buy back what Holden is going to sell off.

Beat him at his own game. TinSpirits still matters to me, even now.

I grab my phone and dial.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

“Rowan?”

“Chad? Hi. We need to talk.”

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