Dustin was wearing a volunteer vest and sorting through a stack of anti-fraud pamphlets. He heard me approach and looked up. Our eyes met.Four years had passed, and he looked much thinner. His short hair was still neatly kept, but a few gray strands now stood out.His eyes moved from me to Archer, who had his arms wrapped tightly around me.Dustin stood, his voice hoarse. "Sharon, it's been a long time."I nodded."It has, Mr. Emerson," I said coolly.Archer looked past me curiously. "Sharon, do you know him?""Just someone I used to know," I said flatly.An officer walked over with a statement in hand and patted Dustin on the shoulder."Mr. Emerson, thanks for helping us trace those accounts again today. Without an anti-fraud expert like you, tracking down these overseas accounts would've taken us a lot longer."Archer tugged at my sleeve, sounding miserable. "Babe, am I an idiot? I wanted to buy some in-game gear, and this guy said he'd give me 20% off if we did the deal o
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