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This branch of the autobahn encircled the Capital District and was nearly empty, finally clear of the hustle and bustle of the morning rush hour. The car in question was moving at a leisurely pace, allowing the other vehicles to pass it by.
It was a highly ordinary car produced by Jones Motors. It was the same model as practically every other car in the East.
Hartnett sat in the driver’s seat.
Confederation Police officers generally worked in plainclothes t ...
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