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Dutch smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile.

Agatha tapped her fingernail against the chipped menu, her eyes scanning the diner’s late-night crowd. Across from her, Shay was busy tearing a sugar packet into a tiny pile of crystals, while Britney scrolled through her phone with the exhausted concentration of someone avoiding three different conversations.

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“Ladies,” he said, sliding in next to Shay before she could protest. “Sorry I’m late. Had to make sure I wasn’t followed.”

Britney pushed the pie toward him. “You’ve got two minutes before I eat that myself.” Dutch smiled

Agatha almost smiled. Almost.

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Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?”