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... rrest. No guns. No blood on our hands. Our bodyguard? Not a professional—just a rookie with too-soft eyes. That’s exactly why I picked him. Soft faces hide the sharpest knives.
They’re whispering Interpol, a murder in Chile. Cute. We’ve never been to Chile. Now we’re stuck in some windowed box—double-glazed, clinical, no sightline to the outside. White light and the smell of disinfectant. The kind of place that makes people confess to sins they never committed.
The cuffs are laug ...
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