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“You know, you look familiar,” said Shaw. “I look like a lot of guys.” “So what can I do for you?” “You can tell me what you’re really doing in France.” “I’m on holiday. Why are you here?” Whit leaned against the wall. “Lobbyist from D.C. who can scale walls and disarm people? You really think we’re buying that?” Shaw didn’t say anything for a long moment. “I’m a retired lobbyist. And I was supposed to be returning to the States to be with my son. You obviously had a different idea.” “You look too young to be retired.” “I made my money and I wanted out. Is that a crime? Is that the reason you bashed me in the head and are holding me prisoner here?” “Like you were told before, chill and you’ll be fine.” “Yeah, but what about Janie Collins?” “Who?” Shaw crossed his arms and studi
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