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or of The Velvet Lounge, Iris sat at

n named Marco, crossed his arms.

keys. For a second, she clo

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said. "But I

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from Arthur. Mr. Zimmerman's schedul

uckle. "Full schedule," she mutte

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sent drinks to the pi

ndred and forty dollars in cash. The

t heavier than the Black Amex Franc

, silent. He walked into the bedroom. The empty space on the

tion. He pulled out his p

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