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... om. The technician was shoved inside, still in handcuffs. But he wasn’t shaking.
The technician was younger than I expected.
Mid-twenties. Clean-cut. Wore a cheap polo that had the spa’s logo stitched over the chest, like that would buy him loyalty points.
Gray stood a comfortable distance away, arms folded, gaze sweeping over the man like a predator assessing prey.
I stepped up to the glass, taking in the dirty fingernails, the faded logo on his work shirt, the c ...
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