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“So what’s the plan, Nightingale?” Noon asked.
Given that she hadn’t expected this turn of events, Harlow was still formulating it. “Clyde’s,” she said. “Can you take me there first?”
He nodded and without asking any questions, started the journey to her friend’s apartment building. Harlow hadn’t expected to see Ryske tonight. Not only had she seen him, but they’d had time to be intimate. Limited time, but any time together was a gift.
Penzance had been a good sport. Even if he didn’t like being used as a beard, Harlow doubted it would change his loyalty to them. Of course, there was still a good chance he was playing them. To what end, she had no idea. When she got the chance, she’d try to probe more into his motivation.
Harlow hadn’t known him long, but so far she trusted in his
