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He was in work mode, memorizing faces and overhearing names,a recorder device lingering in the inner lining of his jacket pocket passed asa penâbut was meant for otherwise. He wanted to hear everything, remember itall for later when he made his most recent report. Infiltrating the groupbefore him couldâve been an optionâbut he was never one to shy away, hide fromthe issues before him. In the wake of his thoughts, a blur of blonde passed hisvision, hues focused and settled on the sound of her voice as she spoke. âMe?âHe gestured to himself, an almost-innocence about his actions to off-set anysuspicion. Not that there was need for it. âI knew one of the men that diedâwe wentto high school together.â He lied, feigning a sorrowful look. âAnd you?â
âIâm here to support my family.â What a garbage word, family. Truly it was supporting her dead one, with Gio removed all that was left was Gwyn and her father. âMy dear deceased cousin, tragically taken too soon from this world, and...and in such a horrid way. Iâm wrecked to pieces.â Her derby hat shielded misty crystal orbs, each movement deliberate and purposeful, Academy Award winning. âAnd your friend from high school? How was he taken?â









