Andrea stared at the phone for 67.3 seconds (her internal chronometer measured it so), unable to properly process her reactions.
It had been comforting to know that the man who might, charitably, be called her grandfather, was also very safely behind bars. He had tried often enough to disrupt her father's life. It had been the hope of both of them that she would fly beneath his radar.
And now he was out there. Somewhere. Plotting who knew what.
She continued to stare at the phone.
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