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The Web She Weaves

"You say she approached you already?" Diana Blackwood reclined in the plush leather chair of the exquisite spa, her voice carrying the satisfied purr of a predator who had just cornered her prey. Several attendants moved around her like devotees, their gentle hands working magic on her manicured fingers and pedicured toes.

The voice on the other end of her phone crackled with details she'd been waiting to hear. Each word was another thread in the web she'd ...