“I’m afraid that’s not poss—” Wolfe’s words cut off with a start, his impeccable posture stiffening even further. He turned in his seat, a wary cast to his gaze, and watched a new party entering the bar. A party of three, one of whom—a tall, blond, sturdy-looking guy somewhere in his thirties—caught a glimpse of them and waved at their table.
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