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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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where his Mercedes waited, engine
opened the
se, sealing them in privacy. He removed his jacket,
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und was soft, dangerous
forward. "K.C., I want you to contact our friends at the Times. Business section. There's a story developing abou
cated,
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ection ghosted against the dark glass. "And find me an invitation to the Met Gala
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rely visited, in a building he owned but didn't acknowledge. Barrett Watson closed his eyes and thoug
lapse again. Not
th the train's motion. The car was nearly empty, a few late-shift workerse. Scrolled to the ne
locking the wind. The way he'd said "my wife" with such strang
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the terms of our public a
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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
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