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“Says he’s got a meeting in an hour and asked if she can wait until tonight.” I looked at Caitlin, coaxing her face toward mine. “Caitlin, look at me,” I said softly. Her eyes cracked open. “You love Flynn, right?” She nodded. “All you’ve ever wanted was to be with him—to make him proud?” Moisture pooled on her lashes. “Yes,” she breathed. “I bet that means you worry about him, don’t you?” Again, a nod. “You’ve even followed him, wanting to be close. To protect him. That’s how you saw the scarred man, am I right?” My heart thudded in my chest. “The men he works with are so dangerous,” she whispered. “Where does he meet with them, Caitlin?” “The warehouse.” “I need you to tell me where it is.” A tear broke free and trickled down her cheek. “On 30th across from the High Line.” I looked at To
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