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A man at the counter grabs my
attention.
"Well, I'll be damned," I whisper.
He signals for the waitress to come over.
Etienne Loops works here too. What
are the chances? It’s a couple of blocks
away from the plush high-rise Finch
consults from. And with Finch’s
daughter.
Etienne runs a finger through his
dusty blonde curls. He doesn't wear a
