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How on earth had she ended up with these two people, Corinne could never figure out. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she suspected that it might be the effects of sowing and reaping.

She sowed to a life of sin.

She reaped an environment of sin.

My soul is free now, even though I am still stuck in this physical prison.

“…five pounds.” Nikos said.

“Each pound is $24.99,” Corinne said. “Plus tax.”

“Five pounds of the maple syrupy thingy with the pecans in it.”

“Yes, sir.” Corinne weighed five pounds of fudge and boxed it.

Nikos and his men followed Corinne to the register. Corinne rang it up.

Nikos gave her two hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“You can put the tips in that jar over there.” Corinne pointed to a glass jar filled with coins.

“You don’t want my money?” Nikos asked.

Corinne didn’t reply. She put the fudge box into a paper bag. Put the receipt in it. “Thank you, sir.”

And don’t come back.

Chapter Sixteen

Martin stepped away from the chocolate shop window as soon as the four men inside turned away from the checkout register and walked toward the front door. He put away his phone just as he heard the door chime.

Not wanting to be seen, he slipped into the apparel store next door, and looked out the window.

The man with the short platinum blond hair and botched tattoos on the back of his arm didn’t say a word to the man who opened the car door for him.

They drove away, but Martin had already taken a photo of the vehicle tag while the three men were in the chocolate shop.

Is Corinne okay?

Martin debated whether to go inside Key Largo Chocolate Shop and ask her. That meant he had to buy more chocolate or something.

Maybe some pralines.

Yeah.

But first, he’d better send those photos to Ming—wait. Ming said he would be unreachable. Martin had to send those photos to Pilar instead.

Okay. If Ming trusts her, I can too.

He sent the photos of the getaway vehicle—haha!—and the other grainy photos he had taken of the men while they were inside the shop.

They seemed to know Corinne.

She wasn’t afraid of them.

Martin wondered if the blond man was the father of Corinne’s unborn child.

“May I help you?” Someone said to him sweetly.

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