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11. I’m A Dancer

作者: Aliast
last update 公開日: 2025-05-19 20:54:31
I took a taxi to Evergarden. No personal vehicle. No carpools. No breadcrumbs.

Aurelian Morgenstern must have had eyes on every corner and men on every street, and I wasn’t about to give him a trail to follow before I even got my shot.

Hence, Jay Cordero, man of the hour and proud owner of a 3.5-star rating. He didn’t talk, thank God, but he did drop me off on the wrong damn side of the road.

And it was raining. Of course.

I sprinted across the crosswalk, heels slipping on the slick pavement, on
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