days

owntown Manhattan. She wore a tailored, pitch-black suit. Her face was

a tight collar, checked her ID and

" he murmured, leading her dee

safety deposit box and left her a

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screen went black, re

hot path down her cheek. She wiped it away ins

drive in her breast pocket

hit her face, b

cruiser. Justice was leaning against the hoo

was in the box. He

of the black coffee grounded he

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t was to retreat to the morgue,

the gruff cop exterior, she saw genuine worr

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sat in front of

camouflage' mode. She applied he

d conservative, but the back plunged dangerously low, leaving her spine com

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ped breathing. His chest froze. His eyes swept o

clearing his throat

of his elbow. The physical contact s

layed from the speakers, creating a warm, i

attan, the city lights ref

fast. The peace felt fragile. She had a sinking feeling in her g