ELARAKate had her eyes on her plate, eating with a calmness that I recognised because I had done the same thing in the facility, and I knew how much it cost.She wasn't calm at all. If you looked closely, Kate was close to losing her shit. The facility would do that to you even after many years of escape. The men moved through the restaurant slowly, table by table, checking faces rather than looking for someone by sight.Shit. These men were thorough.I watched them from my peripheral vision and kept eating. I was Lisa Mores here, a native of this country. Get that into your skull, Elara!They reached our table.I looked up."Sorry to interrupt," the man said, in a way that communicated he wasn't particularly sorry. "We're looking for someone. Mind if we ask you a few questions?""Of course," I said pleasantly.He looked at me, Kate, and then back at me."Your ID?" he said.I picked up the card from the table and handed it to him.Whenever he glanced back, I held his gaze. The fact
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