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suspicious of the world. His brown eyes
are so dark they could be black. Those
arms. His lips… What the hell am I
doing?
“Hi, Detective,” I manage.
"You want to follow me this way?"
He directs, unsmiling. I do as he says
and follow him down a short corridor.
The lighting is poor, and the farther away
we get from the public area, the more
uncertain I am that coming here was a
