All over again
“It’s the exact same thing,” Judy whispered fiercely. “They’re doing it here, all over again.” Pete cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing. The truth was ugly, undeniable. Benchwood hadn’t vanished at all. They had simply gone underground—or in this case, offshore. They had shifted their crimes to hidden waters, burying their theft beneath ordinary beaches, stealing silently from unsuspecting homes. The revelation chilled them both. Benchwood was alive, and greed still fueled them.
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