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around Elle. She was sliding d

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anged a look with her partner. Stockholm

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m toward the door. "You're the guy f

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a shaking finger. "That's him!

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the street in chaotic bursts of red and blue. Paparazzi swar

ew they got the shot. Hunt Nobl

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folder onto the metal tabl

umber on him

said calmly. "Check the

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flanked by three men in sharp suit

r said. "And if you don't un-cuff him in the next thirty seconds, I

f Sterling, the head of the precinct, rushed in.

s Christ, Miller,

hands shaking. "Mr. Noble, I am so

wrists. Red mark

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infirmary. The drug scr

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been fueling him evaporated, leav

picked her up. Sh

soft, broken sound, a name he couldn't

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the back exit to th