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Rounding the building, they were seconds away from disappearing through the corner doors to go into Floyd’s when she noticed a lone figure loitering by the curb about ten feet away. Probably registering movement, the man turned to them.
Harlow’s eyes met the loiterer’s. Recognizing him, she stopped. “Clyde?”
At her side, Noon grew taller and more rigid while tightening his grip on her hand. “You know this schmuck?”
“He’s not a schmuck, he’s my colleague,” she said and stepped around Noon. Instead of letting her go, he tugged her to him. Disguising her bounce back, Harlow put a hand to Noon’s chest. “Clyde, what are you doing here?”
“This is how you got your information?” Clyde asked, frowning at Noon. “Your boyfriend comes here?”
“Yeah, he does,” Noon said, too confrontational for
