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When he remained silent and their trek down the sidewalk wound them through blocks alternating with crumbled and intact structures, she asked, “Who is the sweatshirt for?”
“I don’t know him, only that his name is Adam Devoux. He, too, was questioned by the military. Whether he knows who I am or not, he gave away no information.” He turned another corner, then paused, c****d his head, and listened. His gaze followed a fire escape up the side of a grey brick building.
Tess didn’t see or hear anything, but extraordinary senses weren’t her area of enhancement. She followed Sebastian when he walked underneath the second floor landing of the black metal fire escape.
“Here,” he said, taking her by the waist and lifting her up so she could catch the bottom of the metal landing. It wasn’t tha
