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desk. Her fingers lingered on Flo

was like honey laced with arsenic. "Such a shame. I

ened the folder. "It was a business

miled. "But busine

ack. "I'll review the

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ered. Glass shards sliced into his gloved h

t feel t

e growled.

hand, and walked out. He left the exper

n, Alessandra was r

the lights

rebooted with a soft hum. The green light on the door lo

asn't a power surge. That wa

he door. She pu

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of the hallwa

still wearing the oversized wool socks she had

or freedom. She

levator butto

e San Francisco wind hit her like a physi

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ped the vintage Cartier watch from her wrist-the onl

eyes widene