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Laignech disconnected the call. Then drummed his fingers lightly on the armrest of his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Och, I know that look," Colin quipped, Laignech raised an eyebrow. His Beta had been sitting on the sofa across from him, listening but not participating, during the video call with Declan. Colin grinned back, folding his hands behind his head and propping his boots up on the coffee table in front of him. "You thinkin' he's up to somethin'?" There was a battered pack of Marlboros on the coffee table, alongside a small box of matches. Laignech took one from each, then struck the match on the sole of Colin's boot. Lighting the cigarette, he shook the match out as he leaned back in his chair. "Declan? Be a bloody fool if he was," he said, taking a drag. The vide
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