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Turner was from Texas and told Maria that he was an oilman. He claimed to own several wells. “Royalties come in all the time,” he told her. Maria was intrigued: she knew famous people, but she’d never met an oilman before. A few weeks after their lunch, Turner came to her birthday dinner, at Bice, a white-tablecloth place downtown. When the bill arrived—likely amounting to around two thousand dollars—Turner pulled out his platinum credit card and paid it, before another man at the table, who app…
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