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... politician whose name I’d already forgotten when I felt it.
The shift.
That instinctive awareness that something in my territory had been disturbed.
My gaze swept across the rooftop, automatic, assessing...
And landed on him.
Hendrix.
Sitting next to Noah.
Too close.
His hand on Noah’s arm.
The politician was still talking... something about zoning regulations, tax incentives... but the words became white noise.
All ...
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