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They reached the bottom of the steps when three black sedans and a black heavy van drove up and parked at angles according to the sidewalk. Men and women in dark suits and shades leapt out and rushed past the group and into the apartment.
Peter’s eyes flickered to Jack. “You were saying?” Jack frowned and narrowed his eyes, but didn’t reply.
One of the agents, a woman an inch taller than Nena with long, flowing blond hair and a curvaceous body walked up to them. She wore black high-heeled shoes and a short black skirt that hugged her hips. Her black business coat and white blouse strained against the pressure from her large breasts. In her hand was a tablet.
The woman put her free hand on her hip and smiled at Jack. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite agent.”
“It must be a
