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After Hillary and I spend half the night talking, I wake up late—but thankfully, not too late for lunch. I text Mira to confirm our plans, and she gives me the address where I’m to pick her up.
This time, when I go to a car rental agency, I get a much nicer car. I also wholeheartedly agree to buy the insurance, in case I end up in another high-speed chase with Russian mobsters.
After a frantic drive to make sure I’m not late, I park my shiny black Lexus near the lobby of Mira and Eugene’s hotel.
Once I notify Mira of my arrival, I finally take a moment to check the emails on my phone. And there it is, the email from Bert I have been waiting for:
Dude,
I was able to find a good location where you can look at Arkady Bogomolov. It was an ingenious hack, if I do say so myself. I’ll te
