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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