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It felt like an age since she’d seen her apartment. Harlow hadn’t lived there for long, so it wasn’t like she had a deep emotional attachment to the place. Still, it was nice to see that everything was where she’d left it.
Wasting no time, Harlow got a suitcase and a sports bag out of the closet and began to pack her clothes. Ryske had made himself at home, leaping onto her bed to stretch his legs out while he leafed through the textbook she’d left on the nightstand.
Noon loitered in the bedroom archway. “When was the last time you saw Rupert?”
Harlow opened out her suitcase on the bed next to the sports bag, letting the lid fall onto Ryske’s legs. “Uh… a few weeks ago.”
“But he works here in the city, right? Where does he live?”
Taking some things out of the nightstand, she put t
