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Anastasia’s POV:

Simone and I walked out of Salvatore Enterprises into the late morning air and neither of us spoke for half a block and then she said what do you know and I told her about Adrian’s message and she stopped walking entirely in the middle of the pavement and stood there for a moment with her eyes closed and her face doing something I didn’t try to interpret.

Then she started walking again.

“He didn’t know about the mole?” she said.

“No,” I said.

“So when he sat in your kitchen and
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