Chapter 139: Assassination at the Wedding
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Updated : Feb 8th, 2026
The bridge over Westo Lake was a scenic span, no more than six feet above the water. Its deck had been blanketed in fresh blossoms. On both sides, flower boats lay moored, their railings garlanded and their sprayers sending petals into the air.
As Bruce Yale and Amelia Looske moved forward, the boats on either side fanned up sheets of petals. They drifted down in a fragrant rain, settling on their shoulders.
Jane had been trotting behind them. At the sight of the falling petals, the little one's...
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