lee took a deep breath, the cold beer
ady, a stark contrast to the storm of memories inside her. "The insurance wou
placed by a somber, focused attention. She hel
and the "high-paying gig" she'd offered. A bitter, self-mocking smile touched he
om, the man's rough, impatient voice. Her own voice grew quieter as she recounted the
acking, "the next morning... I rea
, her glass sloshing whiskey on
and rolling down her cheek. "The real client... the
t bastard! That absolute son of a bitch! You should have
Jessie? 'Excuse me, officer, I was trying to sell myself to one rich man b
e, the desperate need to escape, and the petty,
as silent except for the soun
fierce, protective hug. "Oh, honey," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
o her friend and wept, letting out six years of
ie pulled back, wiping the tears from Kailee's face w
she said, her voice
nodded
room for argument. "We find that bastard and we make hi
. I don't ever want to see him again." She took a shaky breath. "Besides... I don't even k
, dumbfounded. "You
o her memory, she had no name, no title, nothing to find him by. He
ation. "Okay," she said, squeezing Kailee's hand. "Okay. It doesn't matter. He's in the pas
r, a silent pact of friendship an
h. "A real design job. I haven't stopped working, sketching... I
life," she said, her fiery spirit retu
beer bottle again
eace settled over her. She gently stroked Leo's hair, his face so serious even in sleep. She le
It was filled with years of designs, ideas, and
and for herself, s
fice high above the city, Archer
ity footage was... problematic. The angle was bad, too much fo
s jaw t
acial recognition got a hit from a camera at the arriv
d taken from a distance. But it was unmistakably her. The line of
the photo
ee B
glinting in their depths. Six years. Six year
she ha
o a slow, cold smil

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