Noble swallowed, and his throat felt dry even though that wasn't really possible given how he'd been nursing the gin. "Letters," he admitted, "You wrote them." Even if they hadn't been signed, Noble knew his brother's handwriting, would have known it anywhere, and they had been on his desk. Noble was nosy, but he wasn't as nosy as Clem was, and what if she'd read those?
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