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Cameron walked into the coffee shop, looking over her shoulder lest she was being followed. No one was in the parking lot, so she took off her oversized sunglasses and looked around. There were a few people scattered amongst the tables, and two bored baristas behind the counter.
“Cameron!” Erika called, waving. “Over here!”
Cam spotted Erika in the back of the cafe, and headed over to her.
“Hey,” she said. She smiled at Erika’s yoga pants, skimpy tank top, and bright blonde hair, thrown into a high bun. Erika was more about work and less about letting conventions get in her way.
It was one of the reasons that Cam liked her.
“What’ve you got for me?” Erika asked as Cam sat down.
“Well… I think I have some really damning evidence,” she said.
“So you said, when we talked on the pho
