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... from the contrast outside—snow drifting down lightly now that the wind had finally calmed. Peaceful. Calming. And for the first time in hours, my brain wasn’t screaming mole, mole, mole.
But then the thought of that damn 10B footage shoved its way back in. Reid had lied—why? Was he really the mole? The one loose thread left to pull?
I pushed the thoughts away and finished my drink. Kayla noticed and glanced over.
"How’s the mocha?" she asked.
"Cold," I said.
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