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Chapter 4
Richard Blackbourne stood at his office window, hands behind his back, as he surveyed the passing scene four stories below him. There was nothing unusual about it—the cars rolling by, the people bustling here and there. It was a typical Tuesday morning in the upscale, downtown area of a medium-sized city where he owned an elite jewelry store. “Anything interesting?” Muriel, his assistant, asked, coming over to stand beside him. “Nope, but I didn’t expect there would be.” “What about him?” She pointed to a man seated alone at a table on the patio of the swanky coffee shop across the street. “What about him?” “He’s not quite the usual type for this area.” She looked up at Richard, smirking. “He’s actually halfway good-looking.” “I suppose, if you like the wrinkled, ‘when was the last t
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