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Dirty Hands, Dangerous Hearts

Conrad Palmer is three points ahead in the polls, his smile is worth a million votes, and two of his political rivals have quietly vanished from the race under circumstances that smell like gasoline. Your agency intercepted a wire transfer linking his campaign fund to the Millhaven Syndicate — and now you are inside his headquarters with a fake résumé, a live wire in your ear, and forty-eight hours before the debate locks everything in place. The problem is Conrad Palmer looks at you like he already knows every lie you have ever told — and he is still pulling you closer.