Emmy named his price. Otto riffled around in his wallet—he liked carrying some cash to visit the farmer’s markets. And he had more than enough. “There,” Otto said, handing over the stack of cash. Besides, Emmy looked like he could use that money to get by. Emmy took the cash and counted it, before stuffing it into a hidden pocket. “Sweet.” Caulin looked like he might faint. But now Otto owned that dress, and he had plans for it. The rumble of a car’s engine broke the silence. They looked up to find a familiar sedan with tinted windows pulling up; Shaw parked and stepped out. He glanced at all
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