The sign-in sheet was on the desk. Tuesday. 3PM. Name: J. Smith. Phone: 555-0199. Address: 12 Main St. Damian ran his finger over the ink. Fake, he said. All of it. Agent Reyes was on speaker. We checked, she said. 555-0199 is disconnected. 12 Main St is a laundromat. And there’s no J. Smith in the system. He used a hat and sunglasses, I said. Lila said so. Lila was in the corner coloring. She looked up. He sat by the window, she said. Didn't read. Just watched. Damian closed his eyes. For a second. Thank you, Lila, he said. You did good telling us. --- After she left, Damian locked the door. Early. 4PM. We need to talk, he said. About what, I asked. About keeping you safe, he said. He moved the tables in the back room. Cleared space. Come here, he said. Damian, I said. Ali, he said. Please. So I went. He stood behind me. Put his arms around me. Like a hold. If someone grabs you like this, he said. Elbow to the ribs. Hard. Then step. Then
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