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in the middle of that. I know he's right,

but that doesn't make me feel any better.

We pull up at the docks and scour

the area, but there is no sign of Sin or

Chelsea. A vagrant lies on a bench near

an old abandoned warehouse. I approach

him, and he shuffles up. "I haven't done

anything." He holds his hands up.

“Have you seen two women come

here a couple of hours ago? One’s a

redhead.”