Hailey Marin let out a cold laugh, then texted me the secret code phrase and identity details for her online relationship.She twirled her fake designer bag and walked away. I slipped my phone into my pocket, threw on my old jacket, and walked straight toward the gate."Lucas Reed?" I stopped beside his beat-up scooter.The man looked up. He had sharp features, though a thick streak of engine oil across his forehead slightly masked his appearance.He sized me up. "Hailey Marin?"I smiled. "That's me."Lucas stood up, brushed the dirt off his hands, and pointed to the street across from the factory."For our first meeting, let me treat you to a meal," he offered. "Don't mind if it's nothing fancy."He led me into a cheap diner and ordered two plates of basic pasta. They were $6 each, without a shred of meat.The plates had visible grease stains on the rims. If it had been Hailey, she probably would have flipped the table.I simply picked up my fork and dug into the pasta, whic
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