“Each of those codes stands for something. Art, animals, weapons, drugs. Services.” “Cleaning,” Ronan said. “Accounting. Childcare.” “Probably yes, actually,” Declan said, “but not in the way you’re thinking.” He traced a finger down the card. “I don’t know all the codes as well as I should. But I think it’ll be in an eighty-four room, or a twelve. Maybe a Z-twelve.” “What are we looking for?” Ronan asked. Declan put the card in his jacket. “You aren’t looking for anything. You’re just looking. And sticking with me. Do you understand? Some of these codes—you go in that room, and you’re not
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