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“You’re kidding me,” Aubrey said. She couldn’t believe her ears. “Already? Did he continue working last night?”
James Whitaker was laughing a little sheepishly. Glad that Garud had managed to get it done so quickly, but also disappointed that he himself hadn’t succeeded.
Aubrey Taylor had arranged a breakfast meeting. Keith Balon, Tessa Roxburgh, James Whitaker and she had come to the station early in the morning. Aubrey had stopped by the bakery early in the morning and brought an assortment of sandwiches, donuts and croissants. Keith Balon had become a barista, although the machine at the station offered an unsurprising choice of coffee. Black. Milk. With or without sugar. That was about it. Oh yes, there were delicious-looking options like Cappucino and Latte macchiato. However, t
