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“Fucking finally, dude.” The vaguely familiar voice made me look over, and I stopped when I saw Holt’s assistant, the pink-haired Larkin, hurrying toward me. “Oh.” I flushed and quickly checked my watch. “Um, it’s nine twenty. Holt said to get here at—” “Yeah, I know, but he made me come out here at nine to wait for you just in case you got here early.” Larkin rolled his blue eyes. “I’ve been playing Moth Simulator, but my phone died ten minutes ago. Let’s go.”

