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Chapter 21: Somewhere Safe
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2026-06-05 16:18:16
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Anastasia’s POV:Marcus made coffee.He had always processed difficult things through his hands and the coffee was something to do while we sat around his kitchen table with a fireproof box full of documents that were going to change several people’s lives and waited for a sixty two year old woman to arrive at three in the morning with information none of us had.Elena sat very still across from Lucas and Lucas sat very still across from Elena and the air between them had the particular quality of two people who knew things about each other that had not yet been said out loud and were both waiting for a moment that was not this one to say them.I watched them without watching them the way you did when two people needed to find their own way to a conversation and your presence was the only thing preventing it.Marcus set four cups on the table and sat beside me and we drank in silence.Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.I opened it.Celeste Dupont was standing in the corr
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Anastasia’s POV: The service stairs smelled like cleaning products and old carpet and the particular staleness of a space that existed only to be functional and had never been asked to be anything else. Elena went first with the fireproof box under one arm and her laptop bag over the other shoulder and I followed and Lucas came last and none of us spoke until we pushed through the door at the bottom and came out onto the side street. The cold hit immediately. Harlow City at two thirty in the morning was not empty but it was reduced to its essential self, the people who worked through the night and the people who had nowhere else to be and the occasional car moving through streets that belonged to everyone during the day and to no one in particular now. I stood on the pavement and looked both ways and saw nothing that concerned me and felt concerned anyway because the notes in that bathroom had been left by someone who had been inside Elena’s room without her knowing and that someon
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