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the elevator in silence, the restaurant's hush following them into the small metal box.

lina shivered in her thin dress, and Barrett moved witho

aid. "Brooklyn. The security

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of the stairs, his hands in his pockets, his

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smiled. "

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where his Mercedes waited, engine

opened the

se, sealing them in privacy. He removed his jacket,

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cated,

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lapse again. Not

th the train's motion. The car was nearly empty, a few late-shift workers

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locking the wind. The way he'd said "my wife" with such strang

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of the window. The train rattled through the tunnels, carrying her toward Brook

re than her entire education, a man was planning her protect

had already become the cen

the first time in years