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... he tavern was half-empty, its patrons hunched over mugs of dark beer, speaking in low voices to avoid the suspicion of the city’s nightly patrols. From the back booth, Isandro could see the reflection of the door in the tarnished brass mirror mounted on the wall. He didn’t look up when the door opened—he already knew the sound of the boots. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Agent Carvajal slid into the opposite seat, his coat still damp from the drizzle outside. "The watcher who tailed the ...
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