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Jack stood by the window with hands in his pockets, watching his faint reflection in the glass. Beyond that, he could see the small courtyard outside the banquet hall with its bubbling fountain spraying water into the air.
“Agent Hunter?”
He turned.
A rather portly man with thick white hair and a matching beard stood before him, wearing a jovial smile. “I'm Aaron Carmichael,” he explained. “Chief editor down at the Herald. You're something of a news item.”
Jack smiled, a touch of red in his cheeks. “That would be me, yes,” he said with a nod. “But if you don't mind, Mr. Carmichael, I make it a point to stay out of the news as much as possible.”
Carmichael laughed, squeezing his eyes shut as he trembled. “Most people do.” He stepped away from Jack, clearing his throat. “But one of
