“Do you have a hat and sunglasses?” “What the fuck are you up to, Baxter? And if it’s illegal, I want nothing to do with it.” “Just . . . stalking someone. Don’t worry about it. I need a disguise, though.” “Stalking? What happened to the private investigator? Going into fieldwork now?” Lucas stands and goes to the small closet in his office. “No, not for work.” He pauses and raises a brow at me. “Does this have to do with Luna and the show?” “Maybe,” I say, feeling my face flame. “Christ, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” He flings a gray felt fedora with a black stripe around the base,
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