Rain slicked the streets as Anastasia hurried through the city, heart pounding. He was never late, and their case was too dangerous for mistakes. Then she spotted him, slumped against a brick wall, pale and unsteady. Relief turned to dread as she rushed to his side, gripping his shoulder “Why didn’t you meet me where we agreed to meet after investigating the area? You don’t look good… are you okay?” Something was wrong, and she wasn’t leaving without answers
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